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[javierpena-inatacvest]

Take Me Home

Summary: After a night out at the bar with your co-workers after a long week at school, Javi picks you up and takes you home

Word Count: 3.2K

Pairing: husband!Javier Peña x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: Alcohol/drinking (girl, you're plastered), allusions to smut, being a drunk, horny mess, mentions of food/eating, being hungover, Javi taking care of you, the Backstreet Boys (?!), just sweet, sweet fluff 😩

A/N: This was inspired by an ask from a sweet anon!! This made me giggle the whole time I was writing it, drunk Osita is my favorite 🤪 You know Javi would absolutely get a kick out of your drunken antics and would take such good care of you and your terrible hangover. Also who doesn't love a drunk Pop-Tart?!

This can be read as a standalone or as a part of the It's Never Too Late Series!

If there was one thing you knew, it was that the first few weeks of school were never easy. You were tired, stressed, and feeling like you were running on empty. You were hesitant when some of your new coworkers had suggested all of you head to the bar for Happy Hour on Friday after work, knowing damn well you’d be absolutely exhausted. But after the week you’d had, getting drunk with your teacher friends and commiserating about the chaos that was each of your classrooms couldn’t have sounded like a better way to cap off the craziness that had been the past 5 days. 

You had offered to ask one of your friends for a ride to the bar so Javi could enjoy his Friday night without having to worry about you, but Javi being Javi, had more than happily dropped you off with your friends, and planned to pick you up around 11:30, giving you what you thought was more than enough time to enjoy a few drinks and de-stress with your co-workers. 

4 margaritas and 2 surprise shots of tequila later, it was safe to say the state you were in was a little more than just de-stressed. 

With how much you had to drink, you had found yourself paying absolutely zero attention to any clock, and had completely forgotten that you told Javi you would meet him by the front doors when he came to pick you up. Javi had a sneaking suspicion when he pulled up to the parking lot and you were nowhere to be found, that you were probably having a much better time at the bar, and were a few drinks deeper than you intended. Well, Javi wasn’t wrong to assume that you had downed more than just a couple drinks, but what he wasn’t expecting was for you to be absolutely hammered. 

Walking through the door, Javi couldn’t help but smile as he saw your familiar frame leaned against the ledge of the edge of the bar, gently rocking your head and swaying your hips to the muffled music playing under the chatter of the bar patrons. You must have been very focused on ordering whatever it was you wanted from the bartender, because you had been seemingly oblivious to Javi’s presence behind you. He firmly placed his broad hand on the small of your back, pressing his fingertips into your hips, making you immediately whip your head around in concern. 

“Woah, woah, woah, don’t you dare fucking touch me, I am happily married and will glad beat the shit out of- AH! JAVI!” Your demeanor quickly shifted from a woman ready to throw down in a fist fight, to absolutely ecstatic, realizing the hand resting on your back belonged to your husband. Setting your drink down, you threw your arms around his neck, wrapping him in a tight hug, pressing your face against the soft fabric of his button down shirt. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you, I thought you were some creep trying to grab my ass. But you’re not a creep, you’re my hot husband, and you can grab my ass all you want. What time is it? You smell really good.” From your giggles and rambling, Javi could tell you’d had more than your fair share to drink, trying to gently put down the glass you had picked up to take a sip from back down on the bar. 

“Hi, Hermosa. I’m coming to pick you up, remember? Maybe let’s get you a water instead of finishing the rest of this, okay?” Javi smiled, passing your cup off to the bartender, and exchanging it for a new glass filled with water. Handing it off to you, your face scrunched in confusion as you took a long swing. 

“This isn’t a margarita?” You questioned, handing it back to Javi, thinking that he had clearly made a mistake in ordering for you. Laughing, Javi nodded, trying to hand the water back to you. 

“I know, Osita. It’s water, baby. Have a few sips and then I’m gonna take you home, alright?” 

Raising an eyebrow at him, you gave him a little smirk before obliging, taking a few gulps of the water and setting it back down, crossing your arms against your chest. “Did you say you’re trying to take me home, Javier Peña?” 

“Yes, I’m taking you home, you dork.” Javi laughed to himself, shaking his head as he picked up your coat and your purse from the back of the chair you had been perched next to. “Why don’t you go say goodbye to everyone and make sure no one else needs a ride home, okay?” You nodded, speeding off into the dwindling late night crowd, quickly finding your friends, hugging them and then pointing over at Javi, biting down on your lip, as the rest of them giggled, waving at him as he politely waved back. A few moments later, you found Javi again, stumbling through the bar, grabbing a fist full of his button up shirt, pressing up on your tiptoes to give him a long, tender kiss. 

“Take me home, baby.” 

After your 3rd trip to the bar bathroom and your self pep-talk in the mirror earlier, you knew you were drunk, but you hadn’t realized just how drunk you were until you found yourself trying to crawl your way into Javi’s truck, the passenger’s seat seeming much higher up than usual as you took several missed steps trying to hoist yourself into the car. 

“You want help, hermosa?” Javi tried to keep his best from laughing as he watched you struggle. 

“....Maybe. Jav, I think I’m actually really drunk. Or the seat got higher. I think it would be less embarrassing if the truck grew. Or maybe I shrunk… Drunk and shrunk, those rhyme, Jav!” You sighed, placing your hands on your hips, looking up at Javi’s car in frustration. 

“I think you and the truck are both the same size, baby. Here… 1, 2, 3.” He smiled, grabbing you around your hips, lifting you into your seat, reaching over to click your seatbelt in before making his way to the driver’s side, strapping himself in and starting up the car. As Javi pulled out of the parking lot, you reached down to turn up the volume on the radio, turning it up even louder when you heard it was “Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)” by the Backstreet Boys. Even in your plastered state, you knew how much Javi despised this song, claiming he’d heard it enough times to last him a thousand lifetimes. You, on the other hand, thought it was catchy as hell, even more so now that you were drunk. 

“I don’t understand how you don’t like this song! You yelled over the music, dancing in your seat, singing along to the lyrics. 

“Am I original?” 

You pointed at Javi, waiting for him to sing along to the “yeah’s”, frowning when all he did was laugh at you, 

“Am I the only one?” 

You pointed at him again, this time getting a half assed “yeah” out of him as you poked at his shoulder. 

“Am I sexual?” 

You outstretched your arm towards him, raising an eyebrow and biting down on your lip as you smirked, watching Javi reluctantly sing along to the last “yeah”, shaking his head, laughing at you. 

“Am I everything you need, you better rock your body now- EVERYBODYYYYYY!” You screamed, pumping your fist in the air, pretending to sing into your imaginary microphone, Javi trying to keep from bursting into hysterics from your over dramatic performance. You paused mid chorus, looking over to see him lovingly laughing at you, making you give him your most sarcastic stank face. “Are you laughing at me, Javier Jesús Peña? Are you not enjoying your concert?” 

“Osita,” He grinned, reaching down to grab your hand, intertwining your fingers with his, “there’s nothing I love more than watching you sing along to whatever song it is while we drive. It’s my favorite thing. Even if you’re fucking ridiculous sometimes.”

“Nuh uh, you’re the ridiculous one, Jav. Ridiculously fucking hot. Do you like, ever look in the mirror and just admire how attractive you are? All the girls at work think so, too. They told me when I was leaving tonight that I was a lucky lady and you know what I told them? Bitch, absolutely I am. My husband is so fucking hot and sweet and perfect and to top it all off, he’s got a huge dick. Wait, maybe I didn’t say that last part to them… If I did, I’m sorry. But I’m not sorry, ‘cause it’s true.” Javi practically choked on his own spit, his quiet laughter to himself halted by your last comment. 

“Well, you’re very sweet, Osita. I hope for everyone’s sake you spared them the last part.” Javi laughed, giving your hand a little squeeze as you rested your head on his shoulder across the center console. 

“I’m being serious, Javi! It really isn’t fair to everyone else how fucking handsome you are. Or that like, you’re fucking sex god. Can we have sex when we get home? Please please please?” You begged, trying to give him your best drunken puppy dog eyes and pouty lip, Javi gently patting your leg knowing you were in absolutely no state to do anything besides get force fed some Gatorade and ibuprofen and go to sleep. 

“I think that we need to get you into bed, baby. Maybe tomorrow, okay?” 

“Into the bed where we have awesome sex all the time.” You retorted, shooting him a clumsy wink, pointing your finger at him. “Except this morning when we had sex in the bed and the shower. The shower is also a good place for sex. Do you remember when we had sex this morning?” You giggled, rubbing your hand over Javi’s thigh, working your way further up the denim before Javi reached down, placing your hand back in his, pulling it away. 

“Yes, Osita, of course I remember. Tonight we’re just gonna get into the bed and sleep.” Javi chuckled, smiling at you with your bright red cheeks, still dancing in your seat to whatever song was playing on the radio as he turned to pull into the driveway of your house. 

“Oh my gosh, we’re already home?! That was so fast. Let’s go to bed so we can sleep.” You gave Javi an overexaggerated wink as you parked in the garage, fumbling with the door handle to try and get out of the truck. Wanting to make sure you didn’t topple out of the passenger seat, Javi quickly unbuckled his seat belt, walking around to your side of the car, helping you down. You shot off to the door, fighting with the locked doorknob to try and get it open, instantly turning to panic when you realize it wouldn’t budge. “Jav! Jav! I forgot to bring my keys with me, I think we’re locked out of the house, I’m so- Oh. Nevermind.” Javi came up behind you, dangling his keys before reaching down to unlock the door. You stumbled through the mudroom and down the hallway, your eyes lighting up as you realized you were passing the kitchen. Trying to dart your way towards the pantry, you forgot that you had kicked off your shoes only a few moments earlier, making you slip and stumble on the hardwood floor, promptly landing you right on your ass. 

“Jesus Hermosa, are you okay?” Javi rushed over, eyes wide with concern as he watched you tumble, trying to pick you up from the hysterical heap you had fallen into. 

“I forgot I had socks on and I slipped. I’m such a fucking idiot, oh my god, that had to have looked so funny. My butt is gonna hurt tomorrow.” You cackled, hoisting your body up as Javi pulled you to stand, holding his hands firm on your hips, making sure you were stable. 

“Alright, c’mon Osita, we’re almost to bed.” 

“Wait, wait, I want Pop-Tart though! That’s why I was running to the kitchen!” You protested, Javi grabbing you to stop you before you tried to run full force down the hallway and slip again. 

“I will get you a Pop-Tart, you just get yourself into bed, okay? I’ll be there in a second.” Javi pleaded with you, trying to direct you back down the hallway towards the bedroom, hoping you would go and he wouldn’t have to wrangle you any further. 

“You promise?” You frowned, poking Javi’s chest, standing your ground until you were positive you were getting a Pop-Tart before you fell asleep. Javi leaned down, planting a soft kiss in your hair, brushing a stray piece  away from your face, giving you a reassuring smile. 

“Yes, I promise.” 

That was all it took to have you dancing down the hallway towards the bedroom, back to singing to yourself with each step. 

“Everyboddyyyyy, rock your booooddyyy. Rock your body right. Back Street’s back, alright!”  

Finally seeing you had made your way into your room, Javi made his way to the kitchen, shuffling through the pantry to grab a shiny silver Pop-Tart wrapper, a red Gatorade and a bottle of Advil from the medicine cabinet before quickly heading back down the hall, your singing now muffled as Javi found you laying face down in the bed, still fully clothed. Javi wasn’t going to let you fall asleep in jeans and a sweater, so he carefully flipped you over, making you giggle as he began to unbutton your pants, shuffling them down your legs. 

“I thought you said we weren’t having sex tonight, so why are you undressing me, hmmm?” You sassed, wiggling your bottom half to help Javi get your jeans off before he grabbed your arms, pulling you up to sit and prompting you to lift up your arms, stripping you of your top. “Are you trying to look at my boobs? I want a piece of Pop-Tart before you get a free show.” 

“I’m just trying to get you in pajamas, baby. I’m not gonna let you fall asleep in what you wore to the bar. How about this, if you can get yourself in some pajamas, I’ll give you your Pop-Tart.” Javi chuckled, rolling his eyes at the ridiculous compromise he was finding himself making with his drunken wife. 

“You strike a hard bargain, Mr. Peña. Fine, I will put on pajamas. Only because I love you very, very, very, very, very much. And I really want that Pop-Tart.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as Javi threw you one of his t-shirts and a pair of sleep shorts, haphazardly trying to wrestle them onto your body before flopping back down on the bed. “Okay, they’re on! Pop-Tart me, bitch.” 

“Did you just say Pop-Tart me, bitch?” Javi snorted, looking at you, sprawled out like a starfish, his shirt draped over your body backwards.

“Pop-Tart me, bitch. Please.” You replied, smugly nodding your head, pointing finger guns at him. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute. I’m gonna go close up the house and then I’ll be back in bed. I love you, Osita.” Javi grinned, planting a kiss on your forehead, gently brushing your hair out of your face. 

“I love you too, Javi. My Pop-Tart and my pussy are both ready for you when you get back.” You giggled, reaching over to grab the shiny, silver snack package Javi had left for you on your nightstand, now grabbing it like a microphone as you sang into it. “Back Street’s back, alrightttttt!” 

“Jesus Christ…” Javi laughed, shaking his head as he gave you one last kiss before making his way back out of the bedroom, leaving you happily humming as you nibbled on the corner of your Pop-Tart, propped up on your stack of pillows. It didn’t take long for Javi to close up around the house, making sure to grab an extra package of Pop-Tarts and a big glass of water from the kitchen on his way back. “How’s the Pop-Tart, Osita?” Javi asked, gently closing the door behind him. 

Silence. 

“Osita?” He asked again, this time turning around to see that your singing and giggles had come to an end as you were passed out cold, sprawled out on top of the covers, Pop-Tart resting on your chest, rising and falling slowly with your soft snores. Javi laughed to himself, carefully taking the Pop-Tart off your chest and lifting you up to tuck you in under the covers, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “Ducles sueños, Osita. Te amo mucho, loca (Sweet dreams, little bear. I love you so much, crazy.)

The next morning, you could hear yourself audibly groan as you turned over in the bed, shielding yourself from the sunlight peeking through the cracks in your curtain, head pounding from the brightness. You rubbed your eyes, squinting as you looked over at your nightstand to see the red letters of your alarm clock reading “10:37 A.M.” and the shiny glare of an opened Pop-Tart package, covered by a blue sticky note. You twisted over, realizing that Javi’s side of the bed was empty, before turning back with a grunt, reaching over to grab the sticky note. 

Morning Osita. There’s Advil and Gatorade for you when you wake up. I think you may need it. I’ll have breakfast for you whenever you get up, unless you just want the Pop-Tart. 

Love you 

-J 

Slowly, you hoisted yourself up, grabbing the Gatorade and pills Javi and left for you, popping them in your mouth, followed by a big swig of your drink, running both your hands over your face before letting out a deep sigh and sliding out of bed. You trudged down the hallway, rubbing your hand on your hip to ease the bruising pain you had felt since getting out of bed, greeted by the smell of breakfast in the kitchen, and Javi sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper, sipping on a cup of coffee. 

“Good morning, sleepy head.” Javi chuckled, peeking over the top of his newspaper as he watched you as you stumbled your way into one of the empty kitchen chairs next to him at the table. 

 “I feel like shit.” You groaned, propping your elbows up on the table, resting your face in your hands. Javi set down his paper, draping his arm over your back, tracing small circles with his thumb along your still backwards shirt as he planted a soft kiss in your messy, sleepy hair. 

“You were pretty drunk last night, Osita. Did you see the note I left for you?” Javi laughed quietly, shaking his head as he continued to rub your back. You turned your head over, looking up at Javi’s sympathetic gaze, scrunching your face as you let out a deep sigh. 

“Yes thank you, oh my god, that Gatorade and Advil is gonna save my life. Why the hell was there a Pop-Tart on my nightstand?” You mumbled, reaching over to steal a sip of Javi’s coffee, accidentally letting a little dribble fall down onto your shirt, you were just now realizing it wasn't on right. “Wait, is my shirt backwards? My ass hurts like hell too, what the hell happened last night?” 

“Why don’t I get you some breakfast and I’ll tell you all about it.”

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Finger Painting

Hyunjin x Female reader

Word count: 5.3K drabble shmabble🤪

Synopsis: Hyunjin asks you to help him with an art project. He needs a super special canvas... you.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Okay so I'm a closet whore for Hyunjin (was it really closted?) This is the last part! 👀 It's filthy I hope you love it! If you do please reblog, comment, like scream in my ask box whatever. Love hearing from you all! 8/9

Warnings: 18+ONLY MDNI! It would be easier telling you what it doesn't have but I'll try 🤣 Cursing/strong language, body painting? dom Hyunjin/sub MC, lots of dirty talk, praise/pet names (beautiful, gorgeous, goddess good/bad girl etc you get the idea Hyunjin says whore but isn’t calling MC one if that makes sense lol), rough sex, hair pulling, breath play/choking/gagging, finger fucking/masterbation, oral (m&f receiving), face sitting/riding/fucking, sex toys (vibrator), deep throating, cum shot, cum eating, ass play/eating (m2f), spit play (a little), punishing/spanking/clit slapping, safewords/taps (explained but not used), overstimulation/forced orgasms/multiple orgasms, squirting, Hyunjin takes pictures while fucking MC, unprotected piv sex (use protection please), cream pie, cum play (quite a bit). For fucks sake I think that's everything 🤷🏻 If I missed something please let me know and we can both be shocked together lol. No really if I missed anything please do let me know so I can add it asap!

After you paid for the pants and Jeongin got dressed you both made a hasty exit from the store before anyone suspected anything. Once you were all clear you both burst out into laughter as the adrenaline from what you’d just done disiappated. Jeongin moved stray hair out of your face and kissed you softly. You leaned into it smiling. 

“That was so much fun noona.” You smiled nodding in agreement still catching your breath a bit. 

“It was! I’m so hungry now!” Jeongin giggled. 

“Me too!” You grabbed his hand pulling him towards the food court.  

“Come on Innie lets refuel.” You pulled him close to whisper in his ear so only he could hear you. 

“Then we’ll get out of here, go back to mine and I can put that teddy on for you again.” You licked the shell of his ear and he felt his cock twitch in his pants. He looked at you with wide hopeful eyes. 

“REALLY?!” You nodded laughing. 

“On one condition...” 

“Anything!” He said eagerly. You smiled sweetly and leaned into his ear again.  

“Want you to bend me over and make me scream your name then unload all over my ass....” He choked as you pulled back and gave him big innocent doe eyes. 

“Can you do that for me Innie?” He nodded speechless his face tinted pink again. 

“I... I think so noona.” You pecked his lips. 

“Good boy.”  

One week after your shopping excursion with Jeongin and one week before your next game night Hyunjin texted you. 

Jinnie- HELP! I need a canvas! 

You- tf? what do you think I am an art supply store? 

Jinnie- Seriously! 

You- Seriously Hyunjinnie what do you expect me to do?! 

Jinnie- The subject is body painting. 

You- 😳 Oh! Uh... one of the guys can’t or something? 

Jinnie- This week is our female models next week is male, Felix already said he’d do it. 

You hesitated. You didn’t think you could strip to your undies in front of strangers and let Hyunjin paint your body. 

You- I don’t know Hyunjin body painting in your class... 

Jinnie- NO! It would be in my studio, I paint you and take pictures it’s a whole mixed media kind of thing. It would only be me and you. Please there’s no one else I can ask 🥺

You- Damn you and that emoji. Okay when do I need to be at your studio? 

Jinnie- Uhh... 30 minutes? 

You: JINNIE! Wth! 

Jinnie: I’m sorry I was busy and meant to ask sooner! You can do it still can’t you?! 🥺🥺

You: goddamnit. I’ll see you in 30 minutes. 

Jinnie: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU GODDESS QUEEN I LOVE YOU!

✨️❤️ 😍🥰😘❤️✨️

Goddess? You could get used to hearing Hyunjin call you that you thought. Wait. Fuck.

Thirty minutes later you were knocking on the door to Hyunjin’s studio. He answered and smiled that big dumpling smile of his, his eyes scrunching up. 

“Oh thank you y/n you really are saving my ass.” You nodded. Refrain from thinking about his ass you thought to yourself. 

“It’s really no problem Hyunjinnie you just gave me an excuse to skip spring cleaning today so you’re kind of doing me a favor.” You laughed and walked further into the studio looking around at all the canvases some complete, some works in progress, all of it beautiful chaos, typical from these men really.  

“So where do you want me?” Hyunjin smirked at you and you rolled your eyes. 

“Jeeze pervert I still have my clothes on.” He laughed and pointed over at a drop cloth off to one corner. You walked over and turned facing him. 

“I wore just my regular cotton bra and panties they aren’t expensive so I don’t care if you get paint on them...” Hyunjin walked over and helped you with your zip up hoodie as you slid it off. 

“Oh... uh... well I won’t have to get paint on them.” 

“Oh really ok-” You started to take your shirt off over your head as Hyunjin folded your jacket and set it aside. 

“You’ll have to be completely naked for this, sorry if I wasn’t clear about that.” You turned and looked at him, blush already creeping up your chest and neck. 

“N-naked?” Hyunjin hummed nodding. 

“Mhm... is that okay?” He took your shirt from your hands folding it and setting it with your jacket. You shook your head up and down. 

“Yea?” Hyunjin asked again. You answered. 

“Yea Jinnie that’s okay.” You answered shyly. You could feel yourself flushing with arousal and you tried to get a grip. He’s an artist, a painter, a professional, so he needs to paint your nude body, whatever, no biggie. Hyunjin’s beautiful eyes looked into you as you stood there. You took in all his beautiful features. His full pouty lips, the beauty marks under his eye and on his cheek, his expressive eyes. Hyunjin licked his lips and you snapped out of your daze realizing you were staring. He cleared his throat and looked down. 

“Pants.” You nodded 

“Right pants.” You unbuttoned your jeans pulled them down and stepped out of them. Hyunjin bent down and picked them up his eyes closely scanning your body as he stood back up. You could feel the tension mounting between you but Hyunjin just carried on folding your pants and adding them to the pile. You stood there in your panties and bra your body burning. Hyunjin smiled sweetly at you. 

“Do you need help?” You studdered like a fool. 

“Uh... um... h-help?” He nodded, same sweet smile still fixed on his face so innocent. 

“Yes, go ahead turn and I’ll unhook it for you...” He spun his finger around and you turned as if controlled by that one long finger. He walked up behind you and pushed your hair over your shoulder. He leaned in smelling your sweet perfume. You could feel his breath fanning across your skin he was so close. His fingers deftly worked at the hooks of your bra unhooking them. He slid the straps down your arms his finger tips causing goosebumps to errupt all over your body. The piece of fabric fell to the floor and Hyunjin bent over again to grab it. You turned and Hyunjin was eye level with your sex. He stood straight in front of you again his eyes baring down on you, like it took everything in him not to take you right then and there. You had to look away his gaze was so intense as he chewed his plump bottom lip. 

“Should I help you with the panties too?” He asked with an eyebrow raised, he tongued the inside of his cheek. You shook your head getting your thoughts in order, it was like he was hypnotizing you with his beauty, with his sentuality.  

“N-no... uh no... I think I can get them.” He shrugged and turned to add your bra to the ever growing pile of clothes. 

“Suit yourself then.” You pulled on the waist band of your panties and pulled them down letting them pool by your feet. When Hyunjin turned around you stood there completely naked... for him. Knees turned in hands coving yourself a little. That smile graced his pretty face again. 

“A goddess. Do you know how gorgeous you are?” You could feel your face heating up. You shook your head. Hyunjin tilted his head confused. 

“It’s why I picked you baby.”  

“I thought there was no one else you could ask...” He picked up your panties off the floor and laid them with everything else. 

“No one else worth asking...” He added. He walked over to his paints and started mixing a few colors together. 

“I’m going to paint a gradiant, do you know what that is gorgeous?” You nodded. 

“Smart and beautiful, check.” You couldn’t help but smile and look away. 

“Are you still shy baby? I could undress to if it would make you feel better.” You giggled and shook your head. 

“No, it’s okay Jinnie.” He nodded and contiued explaing his concept. 

“So I’ll paint a gradient of these colors from the tip of your toes all the way up to your neck.”  

“Not my face too?” He shook his head and... his eyes... god. 

“I could never cover that face, even if I get marked off for it, I could never cover a work of art with finger paint.” You couldn’t keep eye contact, you glanced down at the floor smiling like a fool. 

“Oh..” Was all you managed. Hyunjin dipped his hands in the first color and walked up to you. When he stood right in front of you he knelt down and looked up. You looked into his eyes, why, why did you look into his eyes. You were locked again. 

“It’s eaiser if I use my hands, is that okay?” Hyunjin softly smoothed paint over your feet and up your ankles. You could feel yourself flush and you hoped you didn’t start dripping down your leg while Hyunjin painted you. You nodded. 

“Mhm.” He nodded back and started rubbing the color up your calves, his hands only left your body to dip into the next color. He ran his big hands up the back of your thighs spreading and mixing the two colors. He stood up in front of you his eyes baring down on you. His hands slid up just below your ass cheeks and slid towards your wet cunt, then stopped and pulled back. You let out a little disappointed breath and Hyunjin had to hide his smile. He rubbed the paint all over your ass cheeks, then down the front of your thighs and dipped his hands in the third color before walked behind you. 

“Sorry I kinda have to...” Instead of finishing his sentence he reached around and cupped your entire pussy with is big hand and started softly rubbing, spreading the paint. You leaned your shoulders back into him a bit as he massaged your cunt then his hand moved up and spread the paint up your waist. That time you did nothing to hide your disappoint groan. Hyunjin smirked and dipped his hands into the fourth color smoothing it over your back and and tummy. He dipped his hands in yet another color and palmed both of your tits playing with them spreading the paint, then he pinched your nipples hard. 

“Ow.” He pushed that pillowy bottom lip out at you. 

“Sorry baby they need to be hard for the photos.” You scoffed. 

“You’re still painting...” He nodded. 

“You’re right!” He dipped his hand into the last color and quickly covered the rest of your chest, shoulders, and neck. The paint felt cool on your body. Once you were covered Hyunjin washed his hands and grabbed his camera. He started to explain how he wanted you to pose and got you into position the angle he chose to take the pictures at was, invasive to say the least. He got you on your knees for another pose sitting up straight he laid down under you with his camera and took several shots of your painted cunt, his camera was so close you clenched and Hyunjin licked his lips as he clicked and moved out from under you. You fell over on all fours and let out a indignant sigh. Hyunjin put his camera down and walked over. 

“Why are you pouting beautiful?” You looked at him and your face softened. You shook your head. 

“Oh yes you are, you’ve been pouting the whole time. You think I didn’t notice?” You shook your head again biting your lip. 

“Oh I did pretty, I noticed that little lip...” He ran his thumb across it and you took it between your teeth again. 

“You liked it when I rubbed your cunt didn’t you.” Your eyes got wider with excitement and you nodded. 

“I did Jinnie... want you to rub it more... want you to make me cum... “ You tried not to whine but he’d teased you for so long. He cooed at you. 

“Oh baby be careful what you ask for...” Suddenly the air changed and he grabbed you by the throat. 

“You just might get it.” His eyes trailed down your body to your painted pussy. You let out a strangled moan. 

“You like your new necklace beautiful? Hm? You like it when I choke this pretty neck?” You nodded, unable to verbally answer but the slick gushing from you made that abundantly clear.  

“Get on your knees again... like before.” He roughtly let you go and you did as you were told. Hyunjin laid down and slid his head between your legs again. 

“Go on sit on it.” You hesitated, you were covered in paint you voiced your concern. 

“Jinnie the pai-” 

“Did I mention that this is edible?” Hyunjin spanked your ass hard and pushed you down. 

“I said sit.” His mouth made contact with your throbbing clit and immedietly started sucking on you, his hands gripping your hips urging you to grind against his face. When you did he hummed out pleased with your performance, he loved being smothered by your cunt. He spanked your ass again and you clenched and continued to roll your hips over his face while his thick lips worked miricals with your pussy. Hyunjin sat up quickly and suddenly you were on your back with your legs over his shoulders spread open for him, both of you covered in paint now. He looked at his meal in front of him and hummed. 

“Hmm missed a spot.” Hyunjin’s tongue started circling your asshole before he buried his face in your ass and started eating you properly. 

“Ji-Hy-oh fuck Jinnie please yes!” He pulled back and let spit trail from his lips down your ass before licking it back up and eating your cunt completely ravenous. Your thighs squeezed around his head.  

“Hold my head baby fuck my face hard.” You did as your were told and grabbed handfuls of Hyunjin’s hair pusing his face into your cunt as your hips grinded arcoss his tongue and lips. Hyunjin let you ride his face as he hummed and sucked on every bit of you, until you came hard screaming his name. 

“HYUN-HY-HYUNJIN FUCK YES EAT IT FUCKING EAT IT! GOD FUCK YES JINNIE!” He gently nosed at your clit and licked your glistening hole savoring your cum on his tongue. 

“So sweet, like nectar, my goddess tastes like a delicasy of course.” You twitched from the soft kitten licks he was still giving you. He let your legs down and hovered over your body covered in a mess of paint now. His hand found your throat again, gently this time, he was completely different than he’d been just a moment before. Soft again, like his lips, that he pressed to yours. 

“Why don’t you get a shower and meet me back out here yeah?” You nodded and he kissed you again before you ran off to his bathroom to wash the rest of the body paint off, edible or not, you were a mess. You turned on the shower and stepped under the warm stream of water. You grabbed Hyunjin’s loofa and put some of his body wash on it, sudsing it up before rubbing it across your body that was still buzzing from the orgasm Hyunjin had given you. You rubbed the loofa down your body and over your sensitive cunt. You softly moaned and dropped the loofa, you started to rub your soapy pussy. Another soft moan fell from your lips as your finger tips ran over your clit. There was a firm knock at the door and you heard Hyunjin call through. 

“You had better not be playing with my pussy. I’d hate to have to punish you for touching what’s mine.” Your pussy absolutely gushed hearing his possesiveness over your cunt. Your fingers deftly moved across your clit faster and you bit your lip choking back another moan, you were so sensitive it was going to be easy to push yourself over the edge again quickly, he’ll never know, you thought. 

“Beautiful? Are you listening to me?” You came on your fingers and answered in a shakey voice. 

“Y-y-yes I hear you J-Jinnie.” You rubbed your clit hard shuddering through the rest of your orgasm. 

“Mhm.” He answered back. You quickly finished washing up and got out. You wrapped a towel around yourself and remembered that your clothes were all out in the studio. You walked out water dripping in your towel and found Hyunjin sitting on his bed off to the side. You started to walk towards your pile of clothes. 

“I forgot to grab these.” Hyunjin tsked you. His voice was demanding. 

“You won’t be needing them.” You stopped. 

“You think I don’t know? Hmm? You think I couldn’t hear your juices as you fingered yourself in the shower?” You went to defend yourself but the look on Hyunjin’s face shut you up. 

“I guess even a goddess needs punished some times, I told you to be careful what you asked for didn’t I beautiful? Hm? I told you not to touch what’s mine yeah? And you played with that little cunt anyway didn’t you.” You nodded admitting your deed. Hyunjin walked over to you. 

“Thank you for being honest. I’ll keep it in mind while I’m punishing you.” He ripped your towel off and took in your soft, clean, naked body. 

“Go bend over my bed, now.” You cautiously walked over to his bed. 

“I said bend over beautiful don’t make me repeat myself.” He walked over to a dresser and opened the top drawer as you bent over his bed. He walked back over by you and pushed your down further then ran his hand up your back and softly rubbed your ass cheek. 

“A few rules real quick baby so we’re all having fun yeah? If you don’t like something or it’s too much you say the word red and everything stops yea?” You nodded in understanding and he bent over you pushing his clothed hard on against your bare ass, thrusting into you pushing you down more. He leaned in closer whispering the next part in your ear. 

“And if you’ve got your new necklace on or my cock down your throat and can’t talk three taps and it’s over understand?” He tapped your ass three times and you nodded. He spanked you hard suddenly and a delicious sting shot through your body 

“Say it!” He shouted at you. 

“I understand Jinnie.” He tsked you again. 

“Oh beautiful, your Jinnie isn’t here right now...” You looked back at him. 

“W-what should I call you?” He smirked and walked back over to the open drawer. 

“You should not speak unless told to gorgeous, you’re being punished. Eyes forward.” You immedietly did as you were told and it made Hyunjin’s cock throb seeing you so obedient for him. 

He grabbed a few things from the drawer and made his way around to the other side of the bed, in front of you. He started laying his ‘tools’ down in front of you to see. A paddle and a wand vibrator. 

“You’re going to get both of these and when I’m done you’re not going to remember which was supposed to be the punishment.” You could feel your pussy getting wetter just thinking about it and you clenched. Hyunjin just so happened to make it around the bed to see your hole tighten. 

“Oh you think you’re gonna like this huh? It is a punishment baby and touching what’s mine is a big no no.” The paddle slapped across your ass and you clenched again and Hyunjin tsked you. He spanked you again with the paddle a little harder but not enough to really hurt you by a long shot, just enough for your body to buzz and your cunt to clench again. 

“You’ve been such a bad girl you know that?” You nodded and he spanked you again. 

“Say it!” He yelled and you moaned out as he slapped your ass with the paddle again. 

“I-I’ve been a bad girl!” He hummed his approval and leaned over you again his plump lips pressed to your ear. 

“Such a bad bad girl...fucking Jeongin in a dressing room? Tsk.” He sat up and spanked you harder and you gasped. 

“How did yo-” Another slap of the paddle. 

“Did I ask you to speak?” You shook your head no and another sizzling slap connected with your ass. 

“To answer your question, you weren’t the only two at the mall that day and the way you both ran out of that department store completely fucked out made it pretty obvious.” He tossed the paddle, stood back, and started taking off his clothes. 

“Did you let him fuck you raw gorgeous?” You thought of lying for a second but your burning ass said to tell the truth, you nodded. 

“Let him cum inside? Hmm?” You nodded again. 

“Such a bad girl.” You thought he was going to spank you again but he started softly rubbing your sore, red ass cheeks. 

“So bad... fucking in public... letting Innie fuck your hole and cum inside?” He tsked as he grabbed the wand. 

“Bad girl. Lay on your back and spread your legs, show me that pussy.” You did as you were told quickly your ass still a little numb from the spanking your arousal coating the insides of your thighs.  

“Listening so well pretty girl.” Hyunjin ran his fingers up your thighs tracing through your slick, rubbing his fingers together and smiling. He parted your pussy lips and started pushing two of his long slender fingers inside you. You let out a little gasp. He started pumping them in and out slowly. Working you towards your orgasm with every brush of his fingers against your g spot. 

“Are you going to cum? Tell me.” You nodded. 

“Y-yes, gonna gonna c-cum.” You managed to get out between breaths. 

“Go on then... cum.” Your back arched as waves of pleasure crashed against you. You were breathing heavy as the buzzing in your cunt starting to die down. That’s when Hyunjin grabbed the wand vibrator, clicked it on and pressed it against your clit throbbing clit. 

“FUCK!” It was instant pleasure and pain, it was delicious, you had to scream out without permission, punishment be damned. 

“Well go on cum...” Your back arched again and you saw a whole galaxy exploding behind your eyelids. 

“Hy-Hy-Hyun...” You panted out. He pulled the vibrator away and checked in with you. 

“Red?” He asked and you shook your head no as you started to come down again. 

“Good girl.” The vibator was pushed hard against your clit again. 

“Another!” You shook your head, you couldn’t. Hyunjin pulled the wand away, slapped your pussy and pushed the vibrator against you again. 

“I said another! Now fucking CUM!” Your whole body contorted as you came again screaming Hyunjin’s name. 

“HYUNJIN FUCK HYUNJIN!” He smiled pleased with how absolutlely wrecked you already were, being no where near done with you. He pulled the wand away and let your body start to relax again. He softly slapped your clit a couple of times and pushed the vibrator directly on it yet again. 

“We’re doing this till you squirt baby so you might as well settle in.” Hyunjin made you cum three more times before you started squriting. He tossed the wand and slapped your pussy harder, your juices squirting out of you with each slap. He pushed four of his fingers against your clit and rubbed hard as your cum leaked out of you like a river. 

“Good girl, fuck! Such a good girl squirting for me like that, my fucking goddess I’ll happily drink you.” Hyunjin slowly massaged your whole pussy before he buried his head between your legs licking and slurping at your pussy, cleaning your juices off. When he stopped cleaning you he gave your cunt two more little slaps that made you jump from the jolt of sensitivity. Hyunjin crawled over you and kissed you as you laid limp and utterly fucked out. 

“I’m not done with you yet gorgeous, look at me.” You opened your eyes somehow. 

“I haven’t fucked this pretty little pussy yet have I?” You shook your head no. 

“Are you wearing my cum anywhere?” You shook your head no again. 

“That’s right baby so wake up cause you’ve got a cock to ride.” He kissed down your neck and chest then crawled off you and sat with his back against his head board. You climbed on to his lap and he reached over grabbing his camera. 

“Okay if I take a few pictures of you bouncing on my cock? I won’t get your face.” You line up his cock with your tender juicy hole. 

“Then how will you know it’s me when you jerk off to them?” Hyunjin bit his lip not expecting that response. 

“Fuck beautiful you’re right, silly me. I can’t believe I even suggested leaving out the prettiest thing.” He wrapped his fingers around your neck and pulled you down by your throat face to face. 

“That cute fucked out face you make when you cream for me.” He let go of your neck smacked your ass which was still numb. 

“Go on ride it.” Hyunjin sat back a little and angled the camera to get the best shots. You slid down on his cock and he couldn’t help but moan. 

“God baby, your hole is so fucking tight!” You lifted your hips and sat back down on his cock again and he clicked a couple of pictures. 

“I have an actual goddess bouncing on my dick right now of course I need pictures.” Click click. He took more photos. Your cunt taking his cock, your tits bouncing, your mouth dropped in to a soft moan. Click click click. 

“Grab your tits beautiful play with them.” Click click again. You grinded your hips against his as you squeezed and pulled on your nipples.  

“Mhmm, now your pussy, play with your pretty little pussy for me.” Click click click click. 

“Are you gonna cream on my cock beautiful.” You rubbed your clit and squeezed your tit hard nodding. 

“Y-yes gonna cum.” He shoved his fingers in your mouth as your cunt sucked his cock in again and again. Click click click click. He took his fingers and and traced a wet trail down your to your throat. He grabbed and squeezed tight and you clenched hard. Your face started turning red. Click click click click click click. Your soft wet walls squeeze his cock as you came. Hyunjin tossed the camera for a minute and held you down on his dick with one hand still choking you with the other. He held you down firm on his cock as he twitched and blew his load inside you deep. He finished filling your cunt and laid you back.  

Your hair was spread out on the bed, your arms out to your sides, your legs spread and Hyunjin’s cum leaking from your swollen cunt. Click click click. Hyunjin set the camera down again and started stroked his cock. You were sweaty, couldn’t possibly be more fucked out... you thought. Seeing you like that had Hyunjin’s cock rock hard again in no time. He pulled your limp body so that your head was dangling over the bed, the rest of you body stretched out in front of him. He grabbed your hair tightly and lifting your head and getting close to your face. 

“Can you hear me goddess?” You choked out a yes. 

“You’re gonna lay here and I’m gonna fuck your throat baby, you hear me? 

“Mhm.” You tried to nod. He smoothed your hair away from your face. 

“Good girl.” He stuck his fingers deep in your mouth making you open wide for his cock that he slid into your warm mouth, bottoming out in the back of your throat, making you choke and gag. He pulled out and his cock was covered in your spit, he rubbed it against your face. 

“You like it beautiful.” You went to answer and he pushed it to the back of your throat again, and again your throat constricted around his tip as you gagged, this time not pulling out but gently thrusting deeper, your drool dripping down your cheeks. Hyunjin grabbed his camera and took a couple more pictures of you upsidedown choking on his cock then tossed it aside again. He leaned over and started fucking your mouth harder. He pulled out and you gasped for air, taking deep breaths in while you could. Hyunjin’s hand speared your spit across your face. 

“So fuckin pretty.” He shoved his cock in again. He looked at your cunt and saw you dripping your arousal and his cum still squeezing out of you. 

“Does getting your throat fucked like a whore make my goddess gush?” You hummed loudly around his cock trying to nod. He pulled out again letting you get more air. 

“GOD YES FUCK MY MO-” Hyunjin pushed his cock to the back of your throat, grabbed the vibrating wand and pressed it against your throbbing pussy. Thrusting deep into your mouth, holding the wand down hard on your clit. You started squirting again and Hyunjin went fucking feral. He thrusted hard into your throat once, twice, three times and pulled out. 

“FUCKING YES GOD YES BEAUTIFUL FUCKING GODDESS SPRAY ME!” He flipped you around so that your cum showered him and shoved his whole cock into your cunt at once, your juices still squriting and squeezing out of you. Both of his hands wrapped around your throat and he choked you as he rammed his cock hard into your juicy cunt still spraying your cum on him with every unforgiving thrust. 

“FUCK FUCK FUCK! TAKE IT TAKE IT HARD FUCK YES!” He kept his grip on your throat with one hand and shoved four fingers in your mouth with the other slamming into you, the sound of wet skin and juices squelching every time his hips slapped against yours. He took his wet spit covered fingers from your mouth and rubbed them across your buzzing clit. You were in heaven a beautiful man choking you, fucking you, playing with your aching cunt. You came again, squirting for the third time. 

“YES FUCK YES SOAK ME BABY YES!” Hyunjin screamed for you. He slapped your pussy with one hand while you sprayed him, holding his cock with the other as your quivering cunt tried to squeeze him out. He shoved it hard and deep inside you. You were shaking and convulsing, a moaning mess of your own cum. Hyujin pulled out your jucies trailing out after. He climbed up your limp twitching body, straddling your neck, tugging his cock and aiming for your face. You somehow managed to open your eyes and look up. When you saw him sitting on your face, jerking his angry red cock aimed at you, you just opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue waiting for a taste. He moaned and started coming on your face streaks across your tongue and lips, a he leaned closer making sure coat your whole face. 

“Fuck yes!” He groaned twitching above you as the last of his load dripped into your mouth. He stuck the tip in. 

“Suck it...” You did and he winced. 

“Gently...” You softly sucked any remaining cum from Hyunjin’s cock. He pulled out of your mouth and rubbed the tip against your cum covered face, then took his hand and rubbed his cum all over your face. 

“Only thing this face gets painted with is my cum.” He shoved his cum coated fingers in your mouth gagging you a little. You sucked his fingers as he pulled them out. 

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Akutagawa as your boyfriend ☀︎

Umm happy late b day Aku…😭 I’m totally super late for this I KNOW. But! I’m doing it anyway! >:3 late or not :P Plus I Just wanted to write for him since I really like this dude (〃ω〃) (Light blood, death and killing mentions but not in detail)

Akutagawa b day hcs first >;}

planning everything out and hiding it from him is kind of a task. 😅 the guy’s pretty stealthy himself so ya gotta make sure he doesn’t sneak up on you while your prepping things.

Buuut with the help of everyone from the port mafia (except Mori- joking! he does help but Elise does 90% of the work) you planned a mini party <3

Gin got the food! (Figs and tea enters chat)

Higuchi got the decorations! (streamers, balloons, tables, chairs)

Hirotsu keeps akutagawa busy (tea and chatting LOL)

Elise makes the banners (hints poorly drawn dead versions of everyone—extra blood for aku<3)

Kajii makes (lemon shaped) confetti poppers!!

Koyo hosted/recorded it all 💗

Chuuya brought wine and the cake (both were really expensive and tasty good job Chuuya)

Q brought lots of presents!! :3

Annnnd Tachihara! Brought some ~port mafia style~ party games (you played mafia LOL)

now general relationship things 😚

He treats you like how he does Gin, there is peace between the two of you and you have friendly interactions. (Romantic as well, for you) he will even go as far as to do favors for you but we’ll dabble in that more later ☆)

acts of service is his #1 love language. There’s no convincing me otherwise. When I say ‘he will do anything for you’ besides killing this is what I mean. You really don’t have to ask either. I talk about this some more later but, examples: done with your plate? He’ll take it. He remembers you said you needed xyz, he got it for you. You said you wanted to ____ but you fell asleep, so he did it.

hope you get along with Gin because to continue a relationship with him past 2 minutes, you need to. He will never choose friends over family. I stand on that.

honest man.

Its canon, of course this would apply to a relationship too :)

you never have to worry about him lying, thankfullly. the bad news is…this guy isn’t just honest..he’s brutally honest 😀

which he’s not dumb, but he’s also not one to pacify feelings. So say you created something and you’ve been working on this piece for a while now, (whether your an artist, writer, sculptor, something else—whatever), he takes a look at it and singlehandedly points out all the flaws 🧍‍♀️

not in a rude way-

just genuinely telling your mistakes. Which- I know can hurt because you spent a lot of time on it…..but as lest you can fix it now..? 🤷‍♀️

He respects you. Of course he does! How could you love someone you don’t respect?!

why I’m mentioning this then?? Because to him, respect is very important. There’s few that he respects personally and not because of his job.

like Dazai (sorta bc of his job but shh), Gin or Atsushi (somewhat)

And just to clear it up those he has respect for because of his job would be mori or hirotsu

so the fact that you have his respect is a mile stone!! 👯‍♀️💃💃

He’s loyal but it ain’t a fault 😋🤪

seriously tho this dude is still chasing Dazai even after he “disgraced the mafia’s name” and left to the ada

So for you?? This is simply proof that he ain’t neva leavin you, and you ain’t neva leavin him 😙 (I don’t make the rules)

even If he disagrees with your actions/opinions he will talk it out with you 😱

now he might sound a bit upset, and if your acting absolute bonkers rn and need some sense smacked into you- he might yell too. But that’s mostly if it’s for your well being.

other than that, yes the hotheaded Ryuu will calm down for you (that kinda rhymes ☝️🤓)

Bonus!:

living with the Akutagawa’s! ( ✌︎'ω')✌︎

going more into acts of service, you and Gin hardly ever have to worry about chores or errands

he doesn’t really do it for the purpose of your validation, and genuinely doesn’t expect a thank you either

”hm? Oh…it’s nothing.”

Is his response when you try to thank him

he does it because he’s responsible not for praise

although I will say, seeing as though he has a lot of respect for you, as I said earlier, you may get a semi flustered/shocked facial expression

not necessarily blushing, just a expression that shows it caught him off guard ;P

Its not uncommon to see him cleaning around the house and asking if you have any laundry

housewife Ryuunosuke LOL 😂

When goes out to get groceries he asks you and Gin if there’s anything specific you want him to buy and if yes, he’ll get it for you

just like in the anime with Gin, he doesn’t mind doing favors for you as well <3

if you decide you wanna clean up or go to the store yourself he won’t stop you and be like ‘nonono I got it you sit down 🥺’. I don’t mean this in a bad way but he’s not a gentleman on purpose

I feel he’s the type of guy to do things that you consider gentlemanly but he just considers it being polite

oh it’s fine he’s got the groceries 👌

got a order for pick up? Oh well he was going out anyway, he’ll get it 🤷

he’s got the door 👍

don’t worry about the bill he’ll pay it (restaurant or house bill 😉)

another thing…! ♡

sometimes when you and Gin wanna watch a movie but Ryuu’s still doing the dishes….

Rashomon!

do the dishes :3 (while he watches the movie with you guys)

I wasn’t gonna write these at first but I’m real glad I did! I love these and finally wrote for our guy Ryuunosuke!!

WHEN I TYPED DAZAI’S NAME IT AUTOCORRECTED FO DASANI AT FIRST HAHAHHAHA

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The Key To Your Heart - Track 7

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Fat shaming, name calling, kissing, angst. Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 6.6K!!!

Series List: Here!

Miss last chapter? Here!

Hi guys! I'm so sorry this took a little extra longer than usual. I've had a lot of ideas for this chapter for a long time and I struggled with putting it all on paper. I'm also on vacation 🤪 but I really wanted to get this one out there, especially before Halloween. Also I'm sorry if the spacing and stuff is crap, I did this from my phone/iPad while falling asleep at 3:30 AM. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading!

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You awoke with a start, your alarms blaring through the bedroom. Giving the snooze button a smack, you reach across your mattress, touching the sheets to find the other side of your bed empty.

It was still warm, but missing the actual body that you fell asleep cuddled next to. Blinking your eyes a few times, you called out into the bedroom. "Baby?"

You climbed out of bed, making your way down the hall to the living room, where you finally saw him on the couch. Sound asleep, eyes gently closed, a soft snore passed from his mouth. At the sound of your footsteps, he opened his eyes, giving a big stretch and wagging his tail.

"Good morning Skippy, my little sunshine! I missed your cuddles this morning. Why'd you move to the couch?"

He looked at you and yawned, his eyes closing once again. You giggled and headed for the shower to get ready for another day. Some of us have to actually work and get stuff done in this house!

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The day at work was busy, leaving little time to chat with Pedro. You couldn't help but smirk to yourself as your coworkers buzzed about your new album freshly released the day before. They still hadn't figured it out, but you decided you would continue to let it be your little secret a bit longer. They didn't need to know. Just you and Pedro could share this for now.

On your lunch break, you finally opened your phone to find a few text messages from him. "Good morning! I had fun video chatting with you last night. I'm so glad we listened to your album together, and it was nice to finally get to see you." His message made your heart skip.

Second text from Pedro: "Hey, I hope work is going well for you. I was thinking, maybe if you'd like, we could chat again later? If you don't want to video chat anymore, no pressure, but I enjoyed it and thought maybe if you wanted to, we could."

You replied. "Hey P! It's been a crazy day :) but a good one. Especially waking up happy after enjoying a lovely evening. I would really love to video chat with you again too."

Pedro breathed a sigh of relief at your answer. He couldn't help but feel nervous to ask you, despite having just video chatted last night, and he also didn't want to make you feel pressured; especially with someone as private as you are. But with your response, he smiled as he felt his stomach fill with butterflies at the thought of seeing you again.

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Later on, after work, the two of you were texting and deciding on the time to video chat again. However, before you called, Pedro texted you again. "Hey, I had a question for you, but I didn't want to ask it over the phone or video call and make you feel pressured. But, there's this Hollywood Halloween party coming up in a few days. I know you still want to keep your identity, but I thought if you'd like to, each guest is allowed to bring a date, and I thought you could mingle a little with some other musicians and actors. I can just tell people you're one of my friends from a set if you don't want to give your real name. You don't need to tell them anything you don't want out to the public. Plus I would love to spend some time together in person too, if you want to. I know it's a lot, so if you would rather not go, I understand. But I'd love to meet you."

The idea of going to a party filled with other celebrities, AND Pedro, had you filled with mixed emotions. Nervous. Excited. Terrified. Love-sick. Hesitant.

After a bit of thinking,you decided, and the answer seemed obvious from the start. The party sounded terrifying, and was completely unknown territory. But you also knew that if you didn't go, you'd surely kick yourself and regret this chance forever.

Finally you replied. "Okay! I'll go. I'd love to spend time with you, too, Pedro. Thank you for inviting me."

He replied again: "Really?! So, will boo be my date? 👻"

You: "That was a little too.. (candy) corny. I may have to ghost you. 🎃"

Pedro didn't miss a beat. "Okay, you're driving me batty. 🦇 Want to call and talk about our costumes?"

Oh shit, I forgot about costumes.

The two of you chatted, easily falling into the comfortable conversations you always do. Fitting together like two peas in a pod. Even though neither of you were dressed up fancy anymore, it didn't feel like you had to be someone else, or dress up. Things were comfortable. Easy.

Pedro suggested a matching costume, which made you want to scream and pace through your living room. Unfortunately, due to your camera situation, pacing and screaming would surely cause some alarm. After dancing around things like pirates, ketchup/mustard, and movie characters, you finally had an idea and suggested Cinderella and her prince.

"It just feels kinda fitting you know? Nobody knows who I am, but I go out for once, I meet this prince, and he lets me have this fun night. But then at the end of the night, everything goes back to normal, and I'm unknown again."

Until he eventually can't stay away and they both fall in love and live happily ever after… but that's neither here nor there. Totally not my intention.. pffft…

"That sounds like a wonderful idea. Should I send a carriage?" He joked with a wink, but you could tell he was a little bit serious. You couldn't help but feel like he would have reserved a carriage ride in a heartbeat had you said yes.

"Absolutely not. Way too big of a scene," you laughed. "In fact, I actually have work that day. Would it be possible for me to just meet you there after I get off work? I can just take an Uber across town. My work isn't too far from the party and I'm sure parking will be a mess."

Pedro agreed, although he felt bad you'd be taking a ride-share service alone and continued to offer a ride if you needed. He also felt a bit disappointed he wouldn't get to have any time alone with you beforehand, but he wasn't about to tell you that detail.

Either way, the two of you agreed on your plans, and as the days led up to the party, you grew more and more eager. You also felt more and more dread in the pit of your stomach.

But this will be good. It has to be. Right?

_____

The night of the party came quickly.

You got off work, took a quick shower, changed into your costume, did your hair, and added a little bit of makeup. The costume felt silly, but you kept telling yourself it was Halloween and everyone would be in costumes. Plus, you have a handsome prince waiting for you inside. As your mind and heart raced, the Uber driver pulled up to the curb, dropped you off, and you were met with a line to the entrance.

The line to the party was lengthy, filled mostly with eager fans, paparazzi, and journalists hoping to gain entry. Occasionally you'd see a celebrity pass by, but they were quickly ushered in once they were recognized.

You, however, were unknown by all. So you stood in line, surrounded by others who hoped desperately to meet their favorite celebrity. Not unlike yourself.

Having finally made it, you sent a quick text to Pedro. "Hey! I'm here :) sorry I'm late."

Your stomach twisted in knots. Sure, you were excited to meet Pedro. Especially with as much as the two of you have been talking over the past couple months now-

Geez, has it really been months?

But despite your connection, you still had that nagging self-conscious worry that he might not like you. Maybe he's just been talking with you to be nice, and the second you're together in person he won't give you the time of day. Maybe he will find you boring in real life. Maybe he will think you're ugly. Or weird. Or fat. Or -

"Next!" The bouncer at the door yelled after sending yet another hopeful fan away. Your stomach dropped and your mouth was dry.

"Hi, I-"

"NAME?" He barked, clearly done with this whole event.

"Well, actu-"

"Speak up princess, I can't hear ya when ya mumblin," the man said with a thick New York accent.

You cleared your throat. "Actually my name isn't on the list, I'm a guest of Pedro Pascal."

The man, towering over you, let out a bellowing laugh. "YEAH, I'm sure ya are, toots. You and every other woman in this joint."

"But I-"

"And trust me, I've turned away much prettier broads than the likes a' you at this doorway," he said while looking you up and down with an amused look as if he had just told the punchline at a comedy club.

Your heart sank. You always said things like that to yourself on the inside, but it wasn't often that people were that blunt to your face.

The man sneered while smacking his gum and arrogantly moving it to the other side of his mouth with his tongue. That gum. You wanted to punch him if you had to hear him smack it one more time.

"Back a' the line, kid. Y'ain't gettin' in here tonight, but I appreciate the self-confidence," he said, laughing at his own joke.

Disheartened, you didn't even care about meeting Pedro anymore. Your mood was dampened, your ego was hurt, and all you wanted to do was go home, get out of this stupid costume, and cry on your couch. With a short nod, you bit your lip to choke down the tears, turned, and headed towards the exit.

"Hey!!! There you are- wait where are you going?"

You'd recognize that voice anywhere. Pedro.

You turned around, swallowing down your emotions and putting on a fake smile, despite the wave of hurt and anxiety pooling in your stomach and chest. "Hey, Pedro! You found me."

Pedro smiled at the guard and snuck past, telling him "hey, she's with me." Fans in line squealed, which he greeted with a kind wave and charming smile. At last, he reached you and gestured for the two of you to head inside to the party. You gave a nod and a small, half-hearted smile.

You didn't want him to know how upset you were. Not only did you feel pathetic and slightly agree with the bouncer, but you also didn't want to ruin Pedro's night.

As the two of you entered the crowded party, you looked around at the decorations. Filled with purple and green lighting, the Halloween music blared and monsters danced the night away. A bowl of green punch sat on a table to the side, surrounded by bowls of candy and platters of snacks. An open bar was on the back wall, providing both normal booze, and Halloween themed drinks topped with gummy worms or syrup made to look like blood. To the right of the bar was a door to the large rooftop balcony which held tall, dark-green potted hedges, perfectly trimmed and shaped underneath rows of charming fairy lights. Beyond the shrubbery, the deck had several nice patio tables and chairs, a few people catching their breath outside or chatting, and a gorgeous view of the city below with the sparkling sky above.

Back inside and off to the right of the patio door, away from the dance floor, was a door which you assumed was the restroom, based on the long line of women.

"I'd like you to meet some people, if you feel up to it," Pedro yelled to be heard over the booming music from the dj.

"Okay!" You yelled back.

He led you over to a couple of people off to the side of the dance floor, one you recognized as his friend Sarah Paulson, who was dressed in a shimmery witch costume.

Pedro introduced the two of you. Sarah was very sweet, and while you talked music and acting, Pedro touched your shoulder and spoke into your ear to avoid yelling. "I'm going to grab a drink, can I get you anything?"

"I'll just take a soda, thanks!" Although some alcohol might help your nerves, you wanted to maintain a clear head and maybe not do or say something to Pedro that you might regret.

"You got it," he replied, turning on his heel towards the bar.

Once he had left, Sarah gave you a look.

"What?" you laughed.

"You know, he talks about you all the time. I know you already love some other guy based on that hit song of yours, but I gotta say I think he might be smitten with you."

"Oh please, no he isn't. We're just friends!" You smiled at the idea, but inside, you kept hearing the bouncer's words on repeat. There's no way Pedro could have feelings for you. Even if you wanted him to have those feelings more than anything, it couldn't be.

"Whatever you say," she said with a smirk.

A pause before she added "just… don't hurt him. I know you love someone else, but he's a good guy," she pleaded, letting her protective side show.

On his way back from the bar, Pedro ran into Oscar, whom he tagged up with and headed back to your small group. "This is my friend Oscar," said Pedro, introducing you to Oscar as his friend.

Friend. Remember that. Friend. That's all. All you'll ever be.

"Nice to meet you Oscar!" You gave him a cherry smile.

"Nice to finally meet the woman of the hour! Pedro here just won't shut up about you," he said with a smirk, looking at Pedro mischievously. Pedro blushed and looked into his drink cup, taking a sip while trying to hide himself.

"Yep! It's always 'she said this, she said that, can you believe she can do that? She's so smart, funny, sweet…' yada yada yada," he said, smirking again and taking a side glance at Pedro, who choked on his soda. "Shut. Up. Oscar." He quietly threatened through clenched teeth. But despite his quiet tone and a loud party, you heard him.

I mean, I say kind things about my friends that way sometimes. It's nice he's so appreciative of his friends. Because that's what I am. A friend.

Sarah chimes in. "That's what I was telling her! But she claims they're just friends," she air-quotes around the words 'just friends.'

Pedro's heart sank. He knew deep down that's all you were to him, but hearing it second-hand from you still hurt. Just friends… he thought.

"Yeah right," Oscar rolled his eyes, talking to Sarah as if the two of you weren't standing literally right next to them.

"Believe what you want Oscar, but it's true," Pedro answered with a shrug.

Now it was your turn to feel heartbroken. Just friends… you thought.

You cleared your throat, "anyway, I'm going to go get another soda. Can I get anyone anything?" They all answered no, and you headed for the bar.

Deep in your thoughts, you walked over to the bar when a woman slammed into you. She spilled her red, bloody Halloween cocktail drink all down the front of your costume. "Watch where you're going, fat bitch," said the woman, appropriately dressed in a devil costume, her skin-tight red dress barely covering her ass and breasts.

You sighed. At this point you decided to skip the refill and head toward the bathroom to clean up your now wet front. You looked back to see the devil herself headed right towards Pedro's direction. Typical, you thought with an eye roll. She wants him and is mad I was talking to him.

You turned away from that scene and reached the line to the bathroom. It was lengthy, but luckily it was moving fast. Once inside, you finally could let your emotions out a little bit. You wanted to put on a brave face for Pedro and not ruin his evening, but ever since the bouncer made his comments, you couldn't get them out of your head. And now with that woman spilling her drink on you, you had another reason to be upset. You felt undeserving to be here to begin with, and their comments really solidified the imposter syndrome.

Despite wanting so desperately to see Pedro in the flesh, you hadn't even been able to really make eye contact all evening. Your nerves about meeting him were still there, but now you were just upset about the whole night. Even though you wanted to look at him, really see him, you felt like you didn't deserve it; and your nerves warned you not to look or else he'd figure you out.

If he realizes I like him, it's game over. It'll be like that guy I liked before. He'll eventually say it's weird. Weird for me to have a crush on him, weird for me to touch him, weird for the two of us to talk about relationships or sex. It's 'weird' with you.

You really started to hate that word; weird.

Perhaps you were destined to be a single hermit forever. Or maybe just become a nun.

Cleaned up and having let enough tears out for a couple more hours, at least until you could go home and really cry, you walked out of the bathroom. Heading back toward Pedro, you saw a tall, thin, beautiful woman wearing a tight black dress with a slit down the thigh and skeleton makeup on her face.

The woman was standing close to Pedro when you saw her touch his bicep. Slowly running her hand down his forearm, she batted her eyelashes and twirled her hair with her other hand. She said something to him you couldn't hear, but the two of them began to smile, Pedro's eyes growing wide with his grin. He said something to her and they both laughed, him throwing his upper half forward in a classic Pedro laugh.

That's it. I can't do it. I can't be here and see this.

Turning on your heel, you made for the patio door. The crisp air hit your face, urging the tears to fall immediately.

_____

Pedro laughed as the woman, Tricia, held up both hands in defense. "I SWEAR, Pedro. That's what she did. She touched my arm like that, twirled her hair, batted her eyelashes, and said "hey baby. Come here often?"

Pedro laughed, "oh man, that's so cheesy."

"I know!" Tricia laughed, holding her stomach.

Pedro raised an eyebrow. "Okay, you agree it's cheesy, yet I feel like every time I've seen you two together tonight, you're the one that can't keep your hands off of her," he stated with a sassy smirk.

"Alright, you caught me," Tricia replied with a laugh, right as her girlfriend Sam walked up in a matching skeleton costume. Sam handed Tricia a cup of purple liquid and asked what they were laughing about.

"I asked how you two got together," Pedro replied with a chuckle.

"Oh, gosh, I can only imagine how she's spun the story this time!" Sam replied with an eye roll and a quick kiss to Tricia's lips. Seeing the two love-birds kiss made Pedro long to experience that with you.

Where did she go? There's no way she's still getting a drink.

He excused himself and headed towards the bar, but you weren't there. Then he walked towards the bathroom to check the line. Nope.

Finally he looked to the left and saw you, leaning against the balcony which overlooked the city.

He pulled the sliding door open, slipping outside into the cool October night. The patio was mostly empty, apart from a few stragglers on the far side of the rooftop, sitting at the patio furniture underneath a heat lamp. Most of the guests had gone inside when the temperature began to dip. He walked towards you, saying your name to gain your attention, but you didn't turn. Too deep in your thoughts.

"Are you okay? What are you doing out here all alone?" He touched your shoulder gently.

Startled, you tried to quietly sniffle and wipe your wet eyes without him noticing, careful to avoid smudging your mascara.

You turned to face him, planting another fake smile on your face. "Yeah I'm fine, just needed some air, that's all. You?"

"I can tell you're not okay. What's wrong?" He frowned, stepping closer to you and eyeing the red stain on your dress. Confusion laced across his face.

You stepped back a half-step away from his touch. "It's nothing, it just seems it isn't my night I guess… but you look like you're having fun. Get back in there and dance with Sarah and Oscar," you said with a gentle smile. "I think I might head out. Skipper is probably wondering where I am, anyway."

"I'm sorry you're not having a good time. Let me at least give you a ride home," he pleaded with his brown eyes. This was the first time all night you had actually made eye contact with him, finally seeing just how handsome he really was in person.

Yeah. There's no way he'd go for me. That's for sure.

"No, no please, you stay, I'll just get an Uber. It's fine! Thank you for inviting me tonight though, Pedro. That was really sweet of you."

"I'm not letting you take an Uber home when I'm right here."

"No, dont. I don't want you to miss the party…" you added.

"I've partied enough tonight. Come on, I'm taking you home. No arguments," he pressed, puppy dog eyes unwavering in his demand.

Seriously this man could get away with murder the way he looks with those eyes.

"Okay. Fine, if you really don't mind," you finally agreed, not that it was even an option.

He gave a quick explanation to his friends with a brief wave before the two of you headed out the front door. You scowled at the guard as you walked past.

Thanks for ruining my night, asshole.

After receiving his car from the valet, Pedro pulled open the passenger door for you, gesturing for you to climb inside.

Nobody has ever opened the car door for me before, other than my dad.

What a gentleman...

Just because you were upset didn't mean you weren't zapped with a feeling of adrenaline and love at his chivalrous action. Whoever ends up with him is a lucky person.

You climbed in the passenger seat and he went around the car, entering the driver's side.

Not only did you feel like you ruined the party, but you worry you may have ruined your shot altogether. Why would Pedro want you after you didn't even talk to him your first night out together?

_____

*Pedro's POV*

As he climbed into his seat, buckling up and starting the ignition, he couldn't help but wonder where the night went wrong.

Did I say something to offend her?

He began to replay all the conversations you'd had tonight, trying to figure out when your sadness began and what could have caused it.

The party conversations? The texts? The phone calls?

Nothing came to mind, which worried him even more that he could be so ignorant to have said something hurtful without realizing.

Pedro looked over at you in his passenger seat. You were curled toward the side, arms scrunched toward your body and looking out the window. Silent. Just the occasional sound of a sniffle, or a road direction for him to take toward your house.

He wanted so badly to reach over and touch you. Hold your hand and rub his thumb over your fingers to comfort you in any way possible while driving. Then, he'd pull you into his arms the second you two got out of the car.

But he knew he couldn't. You weren't his to hold.

Was her crush at the party too? Could he have hurt her somehow?

He felt anger flare into his system at whatever could have made you cry. You deserved the world and he wished he could spend every day trying to prove it to you.

_____

*Back to your perspective*

About 20 minutes later, you quietly said "this is me."

Pedro put the car in park, and told you to wait. Confused, you sat, but he ran around the car and opened the door for you.

What. The. Hell. Is he real?

You stood from the car, fluffing down your ruined princess dress. "Thank you Pedro. You really didn't have to give me a ride, I feel bad you went out of your way. I'm sorry if I ruined your night."

"Hey, whoa, don't apologize. There's no way you ruined my night, and don't worry about the ride. I feel better knowing you made it home safely from me than some taxi service," Pedro placed his hand on his heart.

"Well, thank you either way. It was nice getting to finally meet you in person…"

"It was nice meeting you too," he shifted his weight, awkwardly wondering how to proceed.

"You should go. Get back to your party before you miss anything else! I'm sure Oscar and Sarah miss you," you prompted.

"Oh, I'm not going back. I'll just call it a night and head home. It's not as fun without my date, anyway." He smirked, and you couldn't help but wonder if he was flirting with you. Probably just being nice.

"You aren't going back??"

"Nah, I'm good. But…" he rubbed the back of his neck with his palm.

"What?" You felt nervous.

"Can I ask why you're so upset? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. It's just… if I did something or said something to upset you… I'm so sorry," he said, and you could actually feel the genuine sadness in his voice.

"Oh, Pedro. No. You did nothing wrong. It's just," you sighed. "Do you want to come in?"

You worried about asking and seeming too forward, but now that it's out there it can't be taken back.

Friends go over to other friend's houses. It's totally fine and normal.

"I, uh, sure," Pedro stumbled over his words. "I'd love to. If you don't mind." He seemed nervous and a little surprised at your invitation.

You unlocked your door and the two of you entered. Instantly, you were greeted by your boy, who was all too happy to have a new friend. His tail wagged, smacking against nearby surfaces.

Pedro's face lit up instantly, and he crouched down to Skip's level. Letting Skipper get a good sniff, you heard Pedro gently coo to your dog. "Hi buddy!! I'm Pedro. I've heard so much about you." He scratched behind his ears.

Your heart swelled. Here they were, two of your favorite boys, bonding like old friends.

Pedro stood up again, giving a final scratch to Skipper's head before turning to you. "So, do you want to talk about it? What happened tonight?"

You ushered him to the kitchen table, asking him if he would like a drink. "Sure, thanks. Just water, please."

You poured two glasses of water and sat at the table near him, finally delving into the events of the evening. You told him about the bouncer and the woman with her drink. "I also saw that one girl talking to you and being really touchy and flirty and I felt like I was intruding."

I was also really fucking jealous…

"Wait, what girl?"

He repeated the evening's events through his mind. He wasn't flirting or being touchy? Who were you - Oh. Tricia, when she was describing Sam. Were you jealous of her? He allowed his mind to wonder, slightly hopeful that you might want more.

"I guess I just… I don't really feel like I fit in here. I don't look like I fit in here. I don't act like I fit in here. I honestly don't even know why you're as nice to me as you are. I wonder why you want to be my friend. Not that I'm not happy about it, because I am, but-"

He cut off your ramblings. "Whoa, whoa, hey. Sweetheart. You belong here. People just don't know you yet. That bouncer was totally out of line and a complete asshole. That woman, who spilled her drink on you, was rude, offensive, and nasty; and I don't tolerate that kind of behavior. Especially towards those I care about. The second she came over, I could tell she was a snake. I didn't give her the time of day. And lastly, the girl you saw being touchy was my friend Tricia. She was describing how her girlfriend picked her up in a bar," he laughed.

"Oh," you listened to his words, still not making eye contact, looking at your hands on the table.

"And as for you," he prompted, "I'm nice to you because you deserve it. You're sweet and funny, and I'm so thankful to have met you. I talk to you because I like talking to you. I enjoy spending time with you, whether it's on the phone, or, even better, when I get to see your face. Although I have to say I hate to see it crying." He brushed away a tear from your cheek, and you gave a small laugh, wiping the rest of your face.

"Thanks Pedro. I'm sorry if I brought down your night. I just really wanted tonight to be special, and it felt like my carriage turned back into a pumpkin before I even started." You gave another defeated laugh.

"You didn't ruin my night. If anything I'm just disappointed you didn't say anything, so I could help cheer you up or we could go do something else." He paused, brushing your hair from your eyes. "By the way, I never did get to tell you how beautiful you look in that dress, princesa."

Your cheeks heated under his gaze. "T-thanks Pedro. You look pretty handsome there, yourself," you answered nervously. It was the first time you had truly looked at him all night, and he was more beautiful than you ever could have imagined. Even pictures didn't do him justice. Dressed in a white suit with golden epaulets and golden buttons on the jacket, he was the most charming prince you'd ever seen.

Pedro rubbed his neck. "Thank you." He smiled. "But, hey, just because the night didn't go your way doesn't mean we can't turn it around."

You smirked. "That's true. Do you wanna watch a movie or something? Because if so, I think I might change out of this costume real quick," you began to stand.

"Whoa, not so fast princesa," he grabbed your arm.

You turned and gave him a confused look.

"Not before I share a dance with you in that dress. I've been waiting all night," he held out his hand.

"Really?" The grin on your face lit up, and you pulled him towards your music room where you stored your records.

"Wow. This is amazing. You have so many records and instruments in here! Is this where you write your music, too?"

"Yep! Here's where the magic happens," you answered with a laugh, pulling out an old record filled with slow love songs of the 50's and 60's. You placed the needle on the record, hearing a soft crackle as it began to play.

Pedro pulled you into his chest, grabbing your right hand with his left and gently placing his right hand on your waist. You slid your left hand up to his shoulder and smiled up at him as the two of you gently swayed to the music.

One song turned into two. Then three, and finally four; the two of you holding each other, silent except for the soft music turning from your record player on the desk. At some point you took the risk and decided to rest your face on his chest while the two of you swayed. His head rested on top of yours, both of you breathing softly, eyes closed, with you listening to the rhythmic drumming of his heart in his chest.

The record crackled with the end of the first side and the two of you looked at each other. You didn't miss the quick glance he stole from your eyes down to your lips, and you began to slowly lean closer.

Is this it?! Am I finally going to have my first kiss?!

You continued leaning closer, both his and your eyes gently closing. You could feel his breath fanning across your nose when-

Clunk clunk clunk. Pant pant. Whine.

You and Pedro opened your eyes, confusion painting your expressions as you turned your faces away from each other towards the sound. Still held in each other's arms, you peeled your eyes away from each other to see Skipper looking at you both with a big doggy grin on his face. His tail smacked the table with a thump thump, and he let out soft little whines and coos for attention.

The two of you laughed, the moment over, as you both kneeled down to give pets while Skip wedged between the two of you. Although you were disappointed the kiss was interrupted, you can't be mad at such a cute face. Still scratching your dog, you looked across to Pedro on the other side of Skipper. The two of you shared a soft look and smile, filled with so many unsaid words and feelings.

"So, uh.. how about that movie?" Pedro asked, still smiling.

______

You changed out of your princess costume into a comfier movie watching outfit and he changed out of his prince costume. He had some clothes in his car, which he changed into, looking handsome as ever. He wore a navy blue sweater with jeans, both fitting him perfectly. The two of you settled on your couch and turned on a movie. Although you sat next to each other, you kept a friendly distance, neither of you wanting to push the other too far.

As the movie rolled on, you had a hard time focusing on the plot with him so close. He looked so cozy and soft, you just wanted to climb in his lap. You wanted him to hold your hand. You wanted to finish that kiss. He smelled nice, he looked nice, and you wanted him more than anything else in this world.

Without realizing it, you gravitated closer. Your body inched toward him, and without him realizing it, he inched closer as well. It wasn't long until your leg was brushed against his. Just the slight touch of his leg on yours was enough to send an electric feeling pulsing through your body. The tension was as tight as an electrical cable, slowly fraying until it eventually snaps into sparks.

Pedro's fingers twitched at his side, his jaw clenching and unclenching. Your eyes kept sneakily darting over to him, his doing the same at opposite times. Your hearts were racing, breathing quick and shallow. The movie finally ended, neither of you able to tell someone the storyline if asked.

You nervously turned towards Pedro, rubbing the back of your neck. "So that was some movie…"

"Yeah, that ending… it was-" his eyes darted to your lips. "Something." He looked into your eyes, hand settling on your thigh as the two of you once again began to lean in closer. You had just shut your eyes, noses brushing together, when he pulled away.

What the heeeeeeeellllll??? Whyyyy!?

You couldn't help but let out a whimper as you opened your eyes after the second failed kiss of the evening.

Pedro sat with his elbows on his lap, holding his face in his hands. "I'm so sorry…"

"What? Pedro? Why are you sorry? What's wrong? Did I - did I do something wrong?"

Do I smell bad? Does he not like me? Was this some sick joke?

"I don't know what I'm doing. I'm sorry. I let my feelings get in the way, and I shouldn't have done that. You're in love with someone else. I can't steal your first kiss. You deserve to have it with the man you really love."

"Pedro-" you tried to pry his hand from his face.

"No. I'm sorry if I ruined things. I should probably leave-" he began to stand up, but you grabbed his forearm and pulled him back down.

"Stop. Pedro," you begged.

He sat back down, looking into your eyes guiltily.

You continued. "Please don't apologize. I wanted you to kiss me…"

"But that guy in your song. You deserve to be with him. I've been letting my feelings take over and stealing all your time away on the phone and text, video chat, and now in person. I almost stole your first kiss from you twice tonight and-" he rambled on, once again throwing his hands over his face before you interrupted him again.

"Pedro.." you pulled his hand away from his face, leaving yours to hold his cheek instead, but he still avoided your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you figured it was time to take the plunge.

"It's you, Pedro."

His eyes glanced up to yours. "What?"

"It's you. It's always been you. You're the one I like."

"Wait, so you mean-"

"Yes. The songs, the interviews, our chats… I've been talking about you this whole time. I really, really, like you."

Pedro gave a gentle smile, leaning his face into your hand. "I like you too, baby," he whispered.

His hand moved from his cheek to yours and the two of you leaned in. Closing your eyes, you brushed your noses together before you whispered "please kiss me.

You could feel a soft smile as he pressed his lips to yours, first gentle and soft, then stronger and more desperate. Although the kiss was still very tame, you could both feel all the emotions you've been harboring for each other for so long.

Breathless, the two of you pulled back, falling into a gentle laughter. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for that kiss," you spoke softly, wanting to keep the words as quiet as possible, heard only within the tiny bubble you currently shared.

"Me too," he smiled, pressing another kiss to your lips.

"I think you were worth the wait," you pecked his lips.

"I think you were too," he rested his head on your forehead with his hand on your neck, lightly stroking over your hair.

"I like you." You giggled.

"I like you too." He grinned. "But, you know, if I remember correctly, 'like' wasn't the word you used in your song…" he teased.

Your stomach flipped. "I don't want to scare you off too soon, P."

"You won't, sweetheart. You couldn't if you tried. I feel the same way." He kissed your forehead.

You looked at him, and feeling slightly nervous, yet calmed by his deep brown eyes, you told him those important words that have been spilling from your chest in silence.

"I love you Pedro."

"I love you too," he grabbed your face, once again pressing a kiss to your lips, this one much deeper than the others, before pulling you into his arms. The two of you were finally together. Finally you had love. All the things you wanted were coming true.

Turns out you got your happily ever after tonight after all.

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To be continued...

That's all for now! I hope you liked this chapter. I've received a lot of kind messages and DMs saying how much you guys relate to the reader and I just want to say thank you. It really means a lot to me that people are finding something to relate to. I'm essentially just using this fic as my diary, because she is pretty much just me. So to see others feeling the same way, it makes my heart so full! I send hugs to all of you.

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ᡣ𐭩 CONCERT

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Basically what Tom would do if you were at a TH concert/he brought you at another artist's concert 😝 period

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YOU AT A TOKIO HOTEL CONCERT

Bro would look at you the whole time

Wink, smile and give you flirty looks

Vip tickets

He would still try to "impress" the girls in the crowd since that's his character let's just say, but you know he doesn't mean it and it's just to hype them up

He would look at you during Leb Die Sekunde 😉 iykyk 🎸

I have a feeling Bill will call him out in front of everyone like: "excuse my brother he's very busy looking in that particular direction!"

After a concert Tom would wait for you backstage to run up to him (and kiss & hug ofc)

"I couldn't wait for this concert to end because you look way too good in this tight skirt tonight, my love" *wink wink*

He obviously needs a good luck kiss before going on stage

You and the band usually go back to your hotel room after a show, but there are times where you go to an after-party. Either way you and Tom are gonna fuck 🤪

You're basically living every TH fangirl's dream. Tom Kaulitz's rockstar girlfriend (giggled HARRRDDD)

You pretty much attend most shows and Tom is more than happy to bring you on tour with him

As tired as he is, he never misses a chance to do it afterwards

Bro would also have a little quickie before a show for "good luck"

Loves when you surprise him in the crowd

He would also mouth you different little things that are easy to read, such as: "See you later" "Get ready for later" and even "I love you" 😨

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AT ANOTHER ARTIST'S CONCERT

If it's an artist he doesn't like, you basically have to drag him there. Not even kidding. Bro is so stubborn but eventually gives in because it's you (and he would never admit he had a great time)

You guys also go to random artist's concerts with friends just for a change of night

You would dance and sing together

Blud would rub your back against him 🫣😀

Arm around your shoulders always

Not really matching fits, but matching merch at best (like a hat or shirt idrk)

I feel like he would whisper things in your ear if you do a specific movement iykwim ;)

Expect to fuck later 😻

You guys would litterally be screaming the lyrics as loud as you can and it's the funniest thing ever 😭

OMG BILL AND THE BAND WOULD THIRD WHEEL

After the concert you guys would usually go to a restaurant to eat or a club if you still have energy and your vocal cords 😻

He gets so excited like if he isn't a famous person himself

Why do I feel like you guys would sit in the car in the parking lot of the venue and just talk about every little detail of the concert that stood out to you (post concert blues fr 😩)

When dancing you would get back to back and sing (idk if that makes sense but yeah just vibes~)

He always gets the best seats

You guys just have the time of your life

okay slay I think this is pretty much it since I ran out of ideas 😻 also PLEEEASEEE send requests for headcanons I'm desperate and idea-less 😩

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

I’ve kinda already written about this before with the college AU I started a while ago but I have a mighty need for a life drawing workshop with Ghost and Soap.

Like maybe Soap runs some classes in a local bar venue space or something and he puts out ads every so often for models. Ghost meanwhile is discharged from the army with a shitty shoulder injury and no where to go. After going for a pint with Gaz to commiserate, and drown their shared sorrows of having to leave army life, Gaz tells Ghost about a new side hustle he has going ever since he’d had to leave months prior.

Ghost snorts out a laugh at first “are you bloody joking? You. A life model?”

Gaz pretends not to get too offended, but rolls his eyes and take a drink.

“It’s not as weird as you think. You stand in a couple different poses-“

“With your kit off,” Ghost chuckles.

“Yes, with your kit off,” Gaz huffs. “You get told how to stand and what props to use and then a bunch of people draw you for a couple hours. It’s totally painless and you get decent dosh for it. I do Soap’s class twice a month and Alex’s class three times - it’s easy money, plus it’s cash in hand so HMRC don’t have to be any the wiser bout it.”

“Hang on a minute, Soap?” Ghost says, shaking his head. “What kind of a name is Soap? He gives you props as well? What next, does he ask you to dance for him too? Give ‘im the old dazzle dazzle, do you?”

“Fuck off Ghost.”

“Aw, im only messing. ‘Sides even if I wanted to do little poses for your art class, I wouldn’t be able to. My shoulder’s buggered remember? I wouldn’t be able to hold a lot of positions for long.”

“Soap’s pretty understanding. He can pick poses that suit your body and he can adjust the times so that you don’t have to stay still too long if you can’t take it. You just have to tell him about your injury and he’ll be understanding.”

Ghost shook his head again and took another gulp.

“Fuckin’ Soap.”

“He’s an eccentric guy, but he’s cool,” Gaz shrugs. “Do you want me to speak to him for you? He’s usually on the lookout for new models.”

Ghost would say he’d need to take some time to think about it, but Gaz would take that as a yes. So a few days roll by and soon enough Ghost gets a text through telling him that Soap would be ‘well up’ for meeting him and said he should come by the next evening before class.

Ghost - I told you I’d think about it, you twat. Not to go on ahead and tell him I wanna join his little cult.

Gaz - show up or don’t, you can think about it all you like between now and then. You’ll thank me later 🤪

After that last text Gaz then sent him a picture of a wad of cash and few coins spread out over a blotted bar top. Ghost would sigh, but as soon as he saw that money he knew his decision was made. He needed something until he was able to figure out what to do with the rest of his life, something to tide him over till he received payments for his injury.

He’d turn up for Soap’s class with a flustered air around him and would step through the shadowy doorway to the bar with soft unsure steps. It was still early, there wouldn’t be many people inside. He’d ask the barman where the function room was and sullenly walk through the curtain, raising his brows when he’d finally lay eyes on Soap.

Ghost wouldn’t know what to expect but it’s not the mohawked barrel of a man that’s lugging chairs around the room and running around like a little worker ant. His eyes would linger on the muscles that were exposed from Soap’s paint and charcoal stained tank top and he’d watch on wordlessly, widening his eyes when Soap would finally notice him. He’d dig his nails into his palms to try to stop himself from blushing in embarrassment.

“You’re a bit early for the class’ mate,” Soap would huff, settling another chair around the raised stage. “Looking to join?”

“Uh sort of,” Ghost would say, frowning as he struggled to find words around the bodybuilder/artist. “My friend Gaz, uh Kyle you probably know him as - he said you were looking for more models and that I should come by…”

Soap’s eyes would light in recognition and he’d smile warmly, striding over to greet Ghost properly. Ghost wouldn’t be prepared for the warm grip in Ghost’s handshake and he especiallly wasn’t prepared for those big blue crystalline eyes to be roaming over him as if they were mentally taking him apart.

“Simon right?” Soap would say, revealing a perfect white grin. “I’m Soap, John’s my name, but I prefer Soap so you can go with that, yeah? Kyle mentioned you had a shoulder injury and that you weren’t sure you could hold certain poses.”

Ghost would straighten up then and nod, pointing out which one it was. From then Soap would take him through a few positions and would discuss the technicalities with him, were Ghost to join. Apparently it was easy to make accommodations for him, and Soap would be more than pleased to have him as a model, and like Kyle had already mentioned, the pay was pretty good.

Ghost would grow interested the more he would hear and eventually Soap would wear him down enough into taking him through a few practice ones. They would be relatively easy, and Ghost would find himself realising that Gaz was right - it was easy money. Plus Soap was no bad company either.

He’d be convinced into watching the class that night and getting to have a little taster of what he would be doing. The model that night would be a tiny little thing, a dancer, and would hold the most intricate stances for the eager artists to draw, contorting themselves into pretzel like shapes that Ghost couldn’t possibly hold. They’d capture his attention for a minute, but Ghost would always find himself staring at Soap right after.

He’d watch the way he directed the model, stroking the air to dictate how he wanted them and guiding them gently into form all without physically touching. He’d encourage the artists, complimenting a few people, and helping anyone that needed guidance. His favourite would be when the others would fall silent and Soap would take to gathering himself a pencil and paper and drawing for a little bit. The immense concentration, the way he’d clench his jaw and narrow his eyes would be so captivating and there was nothing that could stop Ghost looking away. Nothing that could stop him from wondering what it would be like having Soap’s eyes on him like that.

As it turns out it would almost steal all the breath from his lungs. Ghost would be sitting on that same stage the next week, stone faced and gritting his teeth through the slight chill in the air. He’d be used to resisting the cold, though he wouldn’t be used to all the eyes on his naked body, most of all Soap’s as his furrowed brow stayed glued to him. Ghost would swear that Soap could read his thoughts, could strip his mind just as easily as his body and he would know that Ghost was developing a stupid obsession with him (he’d refuse to think of it as a crush).

He’d look purposely look away on the next pose and would still feel Soap’s eyes on him still. They’d warm a path from the bones at his collar, all the way down the ridges of his pecs and right down to the pit of his belly. Butterflies would dance where his empty stomach should have been.

He’d love and hate it in equal measure, barely feeling the eyes of Soap’s gaggle of students because of the intensity of their teacher, but he would still show up again the next week and the next after that. Just hoping that maybe one night it wouldn’t be his own hands pulling the cord on his robe, perhaps he could embrace a pair covered in charcoal and graphite and entice them to touch instead of trace the air. He’d want to break through Soap’s page and show him new colours, tear the world as he knew it apart in only the way that Ghost could.

[kookiecrumb]

i heard you're taking requests 😳

i love ur fics sm 💌💌 !!!!!

can u do one idol jk x fan/groupie reader, where reader just wants to suck jungkook's dick and he says yes and he gives her the best night of her life or something 🤪💘 (it turns into sex)

also i would love if you would make kook really cocky and arrogant and reader really sweet and subservient !!

yes. I can do that for you.

JJK || In For It

warnings: smut (18+), oral (m&f receiving), rough fucking, degradation, fingering, some praise, alcohol consumption, fucking in a bar bathroom, bigdick!jungkook, cocky!jungkook, a lot of dirtytalk, a little ass smackin', hair grabbin', explicit language, mention of possible pregnancy, unprotected sex* (don't do this)

You didn't expect him to actually say yes.

I mean, you felt guilty even asking the question, but you met him at a casual location, you talked normally for a bit, and you established trust with him.

He knew who you were* by the third time he saw you at that particular spot. It was a semi-formal, affluent bar located in Cheongdam-dong.

"I like your guts," he chuckles softly upon you asking. "You really want to know what it feels like to take an idol in your throat?" He says, a bit quieter since you're in public.

"Mhm, I can do it well. I know I can," you say, looking him dead-on.

Jungkook breaks out in an astounded smile at your confidence. "Are you sure you're not shooting tequila?" He asks, jokingly.

You roll your eyes cutely at the question. "No! I just want to be good for you, Jungkook...so good..."

He bites his lip, leaning into his seat a bit. "I wonder how we can get out of here so the media doesn't get up my ass..." he hisses, looking around.

You look beyond him to a family bathroom off to the side. An idea sparks in your viscious mind.

The family room is for making families after all, right?

"Maybe we don't have to get out of here..."

Minutes later, you're perched on the sink, vigorously kissing and sucking Jungkooks lips as he frantically strips his jacket.

He tilts your head up a bit to deepen the chaste kisses you're giving him. Then, he roughly pulls your waist to his body. "Cocksucker," he growls, crowning you his toy.

"Mm~" you mew, your arms thrown over his shoulders and your legs clinging to his hips.

"I want this hot mouth on my fat cock. I'm going to use you like a fleshlight, so you need to do exactly what I want you to..." he mumbles.

"Ohhh fuck, please do~ please~" you gasp, leaning into his every touch.

Jungkook grabs a handful of your ass and kneads you. He releases you from his hold and smacks you playfully. "Mmmh, mmh," he smirks. "If you let me stuff your throat with my dick, then I'll slut you out like a good girl," he buzzes against your lips. "Get on your knees."

You drop down immediately, with big eyes as he caresses your jaw softly. "It's really big. You're gonna choke on it a few times but remember to breathe through your nose. I'm going to destroy your throat."

It doesn't matter. More than anything you want to be used by him like this. You'd ruin yourself for him, and he knows it by the way your big eyes are staring up at him releasing his cock for you.

You drool at the sight of it. It's the biggest you've ever seen. Just looking at it, your pussy is pooling. He looks uncomfortably hard, his tip already producing milky cum for your tasting.

Once Jungkook decides you've had enough time to admire his dick, he forces your mouth on it, filling your throat and causing you to roll your eyes back.

You sharply inhale. Your lips are flush against the base of his cock as he thrusts his hips into your heat. Your eyes begin to water at the intrusion almost immediately, but the view is unbelievable.

Jungkook's strong hands guide your mouth on him, his tattooed fingers grabbing your hair impetuously.

He rips out a deep groan, breaking out into a devilish smile as he feels you swallowing around it. "Your idol's in your throat. Look at how lucky you are, slut," his voice shakes as he fucks you.

You spread your tongue and hollow your cheeks for him to deepen his thrusts like a good fleshlight.

His pace quickens as you spread your thighs out on the floor to keep yourself from creaming at the feeling of his dick stretching your throat.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel his thrust stagger, anticipating a big glob of his cum to stream down your throat.

He quietly whimpers as he firmly holds your mouth down on his monster cock and paints it white with his cum.

You let off immediately, contemplating his slightly salty taste. You don't even notice it but your clit is throbbing inside your pants right now. Nevertheless, you're so glad you were able to please him.

Jungkook pants softly, observing you. His eyes transform as he realizes he needs more of you. You were an angel, and good girls get rewards.

"Let me eat you." He demands.

"But--"

"Get up on the counter, spread your legs, throw away your panties, and let me eat you," he commands.

The position is vulnerable, your swollen cunt is being studied by Jungkook's curious eyes as they fill with lust.

He dives in, sucking your bud with vigor.

"Hh-- ahhh-" you gasp, closing your legs around his face. He furrows his eyebrows and sucks harder, his unrelenting grip pinning you down to the cold surface beneath you.

His tongue flirts with your folds, rigorously lapping them as he stares up at you.

Two of his fingers sink into your needy cunt, causing you to whine and clench around them as he makes a mess beneath you.

Then, he releases your clit and spreads his tongue on your slit.

Your thighs tremble beneath him as you feel his fingers reaching your cervix. "Ohhh fuck, Jungkook please...." you cry.

He doesn't relent. Instead, he points his tongue and presses it to your clit as his middle and his ring finger wriggle inside of you. Your eyes roll back as you ride him unconsciously.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum if you don't stop, Jungkook, please--" you whine.

Jungkook lifts himself from your drenched cunt and kisses you passionately. "Do you wanna cum around your idol's dick? Is that what will sedate your wildest fantasies? Or would it just make you crave me more?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes," you whimper. "Fuck me, use me, I want to feel you, please,"

Jungkook pulls you down to his cock until you can feel him through your gut. "Holy fuck--" you moan, your back arching involuntarily.

You're so full of him you can't feel your legs, pinned up next to your face as he swirls his hips into your cunt and pounds you. With your mouth gaped open, you whimper with every hard thrust against your abused cervix.

His hands travel up your body and grab you casually, squeezing and touching you as if he were your property. You are.

You're so close-- you're impossibly close, your body tenses at the haphazard approach of your orgasm.

His lips form into a cocky smirk. A single word forms on them. "Cum."

You pulse around him violently, your body releasing all over your idol. It triggers his second orgasm, crowning you with his hot cum. It's a much earned reward, so you don't waste a drop of it.

He kisses your lips softly, smiling. "If you get pregnant, call me. I'd be a good dad, I think."

Your cheeks get hot. "With what number?"

You help each other clean up, carefully erasing all clear evidence that you'd been ruthlessly fucking in a bar bathroom and exit one at a time.

You leave first, and then he does.

Back at your seats, Jungkook orders one more round for you both and writes down his number on a napkin in black pen. "You know..." he breathes.

"You could also call me...just because," he shrugs.

"Just because?" You laugh. "Like to go out?"

Jungkook looks around to see if anyone is watching and nods softly. "We have good sex and I like hearing you talk. I'm sure we could figure something out."

Just then, your heart skips a beat.

You're in for it.

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[honeypiehotchner]

Gravedigger’s Daughter (Hangman x Fem!Reader) -- part five

We have reached the (very smutty) (kind of) end. (You’re welcome.)

Do we want an epilogue? I kind of want an epilogue,,, So yeah these two are getting an epilogue 🤪

Summary: You’re finally back in Fightertown to visit Penny and Amelia, but there also happens to be a group of aviators back at Top Gun. One of which who seems dead-set on wooing you.

Warnings: 18+ only! unprotected sex (wrap it irl), oral (f receiving), Jake has a thing for begging, apparently, slight cockwarming (i’m a slut for it, what can i say) they’re still bickering like an old married couple

WC: 3.5k

When you get back to Penny’s house it’s just a few minutes after six, so you expect to be able to lay back on the couch and act like you’ve been there all night.

Except, of course, Penny is awake and waiting for you in the kitchen, brewing a fresh pot of coffee.

“Good morning,” you say, offering a sheepish smile.

Penny nods, smirking, leaning back against the counter. “Good morning. How’s Hangman?”

You quietly close the back door. “Did you hear us?”

“I think the whole street heard you two bickering,” Penny laughs.

But you grimace. “Shit. Did we wake you?”

“No, no,” she shakes her head. “I slept an hour or two and couldn’t anymore.”

“Yeah,” you frown. “Same here. Until Hangman got here. Soaking wet. He walked here.”

“I heard,” Penny reminds you, still laughing. “What was it? You’re fucking crazy!”

“Oh my god.” You hide your face in your hands. “I’m so sorry. I was so pissed. I couldn’t help it.”

“I get it,” Penny says. “You didn’t wake Amelia though, don’t worry. She can sleep through anything, especially with those headphones in.”

“Teenagers,” you chuckle wistfully. “Did you tell her they left?”

Penny shakes her head. “I think she knows. She asked if we could take the boat out for a while.”

“Are you?”

“Well,” Penny sighs. “What are your plans? Do you still want to move?”

“Of course I do,” you say. “But that can wait. If you need to go, I understand. Take some time.” You pause, remembering how you and your mom did that a few times. You could always tell when she was especially worried because the two of you would take off to her sister’s house in Nevada for a week. As if being in a different state would make the pain hurt less if the worst case scenario happened.

“Are you sure?” Penny asks. “I don’t want to leave you--”

“Go,” you insist. “I can watch over The Hard Deck if you want.”

“You don’t have to open,” she says. “Everyone knows I take Amelia on vacation for a few days here and there.”

“Yeah, but now you have me here,” you grin. “I can keep them entertained while you’re gone.”

“You sure you wouldn’t want to come with us?”

You think it over for a moment, then shake your head. “I think I need to be here.”

Penny smiles gently. She gets it. “Okay.”

+++

Penny and Amelia leave the next morning. Amelia tries to convince you to join them, but she quickly lets it go when you cave and tell her you’ll be moving in. You wanted to wait to tell her, but you couldn’t take it anymore.

You spend the day moving things around in the spare room. Penny said she doesn’t mind where you put things, just as long as it isn’t hidden somewhere she can’t find it later. You find room in a few closets and even the closet in the room to store boxes. Penny was exaggerating when she told you just how much was in here. You’re finished in one day.

You don’t open The Hard Deck until the second day, and you only stay open for a few hours. With the aviators gone, not many people came around, and the regulars seemed a bit disappointed when you said Penny was gone on vacation. They’re used to the bar being closed, not a random woman running it for Penny.

Keeping busy is the best thing you can do for yourself.

So, you also head back to your apartment to pack up some more of your things, and officially let your leasing office know you’ll be leaving soon. They tell you that you don’t need to be out until the end of the month, but they don’t argue when you say you’ll likely be out sooner than that.

You load your car down and make a few trips before you’re too exhausted to do anymore for the day. Sitting on the beach sounds much more enticing, so you do that instead.

As the sun sets, you take a quick swim, watching the sky and wondering which direction the aviators are in. And if they’re okay. And if they’ve even gone up yet. And if they have gone up, if it went okay. If they’re on their way back now. If they have to wait.

You haven’t wondered about this many “if’s” since your dad. You forgot how easy it is for them to consume you, but at least it’s slightly easier now to quiet them. Now you know how.

The next day, you decide to grab lunch and eat with your dad. You spend hours out there, eating, drinking, and talking to him. You had no idea you had so much to tell him, even more than last week. You find yourself laughing like you used to with him when he was alive.

The rest of the day, you take a drive with all the windows down, music blaring, feeling free for the first time in a long time.

+++

The regulars at The Hard Deck get used to you after a couple nights, so you’ve started opening the doors every night.

This particular afternoon, you’re getting ready to open, doing all the things you didn’t do yesterday when you closed. You said it could be Tomorrow You’s problem, and now Tomorrow You is paying for it.

Behind you, the door swings open, and without looking, you holler, “Sorry, we’re not open just yet!” You must’ve forgotten to lock the door behind you.

“Really, sweetheart?”

You nearly drop the glass you were drying. Even then, it slams a little too hard on the counter when you let go of it, but you don’t have time to look at it.

Hangman has zero warning before you’re flinging yourself into his arms, wrapped around him like a koala, legs around his middle and all. He stumbles slightly, but regains his footing and widens his stance, holding you tight.

“I got you, honey,” he says, chuckling a little. He kisses your temple a few times, squeezing you. “I got you.”

“I missed you,” you say into his neck. Abruptly, you lift your head and stare at his face, searching for any cuts or bruises. “Are you okay? Did everything go okay?” Your hands move to hold his face, glad to be able to touch him again.

“I’m alright,” he says. “We’re all okay. We did it.”

You smile in relief. And then you kiss him.

Once again, you make him stumble. He’s never had a woman like you, one that can make him lose his balance so easily.

It only takes him a few seconds to get past the shock, and then he’s sighing into your mouth, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pulling you closer to his body. You whimper quietly when his grip gets a little too tight, and he groans in response, the sound sending a shock throughout your body.

“Woah! Hey! Jesus!”

You and Hangman spring apart like two teenagers caught making out in your parents’ basement.

Maverick has shielded his eyes and turned away, but you can see his shoulders shaking with laughter.

“Sorry Mav,” you murmur sheepishly, walking over to give him a hug, too.

“No problem,” he says, grinning from ear to ear. “I see you two got over yourselves.”

“Oh, shut up,” you shove his shoulder and he winces -- genuinely, not trying to get a rise out of you. “Hey,” your eyebrows furrow in concern. “You okay?”

He shrugs. “Been better.”

You give him a stern look. “You were supposed to be training them.” You pause, crossing your arms. “Pete Maverick. Did you fucking go up in this mission?”

“Maybe.”

“For fucks sake,” you mutter, shaking your head. Now you can really see all the cuts and bruises on his face. What the fuck happened? You know you can’t ask. “I’m glad you’re alive, but holy fuck. You’ve lost your mind.”

“Me too, kiddo,” Mav smiles, ignoring your last comments. “Where’s Penny?”

You were waiting for that to come out of his mouth. You smile sadly. “Her and Amelia went on vacation for a few days.”

He nods. “Oh. Okay.”

“Sorry, Mav,” you murmur. “She just couldn’t…be here, you know. She--”

“I get it, yeah,” he says, but he’s clearly hurt. You can see it on his face and hear it in his few words. “Well, I’ll text her.”

“I’ll let her know you stopped by,” you say. It might help for you to say something to her, too.

“Thanks,” he says quietly. “Well, I uh…I should probably go.” Maverick gestures between you and Hangman. “So you two can…catch up.” His shit-eating grin splits his face, and you all but kick him out of the bar.

With Maverick gone, you walk back toward Hangman, who is leaning against the bar in his usual suave way. And he’s smirking, of course.

“What are we doing tonight?” he asks.

“Depends,” you shrug, planning to tease him as much as possible. “You taking me to dinner first?”

“First?” He raises an eyebrow. “Before…?”

You feign deep thought, crossing your arms over your chest. “Hm. We’ll see how dinner goes.”

“You’re killin’ me, honey.”

“That’s the plan.”

The truth? You’d love to lock the doors and have him ravish you right here on the bar. But you’re classier than that, and the bartop would probably be uncomfortable as hell. Especially when you have a house to yourself. You have 100% certainty that Penny and Amelia won’t be back for at least another two days, so you won’t have to worry about anyone walking in on you two.

“Do you want to go out?” Hangman asks, pushing himself off the bar to stand at his full height. “Or what about if we stay in?”

“Order in?” you question.

He shakes his head, walking closer to you to rest his hands on your hips. “Absolutely not. I’ll cook.”

You raise both eyebrows. “You. You cook?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He almost looks genuinely offended. “My momma raised me right, thank you very much. I know how to cook a lady a proper meal. I haven’t exactly had the chance before, but--”

“Mm, right, because you’re a love ‘em and leave ‘em type,” you say, regretting it when you do. It feels like a low blow, but it’s like your common sense short circuits when he’s around.

“I used to be,” he agrees, taking it in stride. “But I haven’t been that way in years.”

“Really now?” You rest your hands on his chest, unable to restrain yourself from touching him.

“I guess I’ve been waiting for you, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, but that was smooth. It’s taking everything in you not to smile at him, and he can tell. Just like that, the conversation is righted again, and the weird tension has left.

“Do you like breakfast?” he asks.

“Yeah?” you reply. “Who doesn’t?”

“Just checking,” he shrugs. “What time do you wanna eat?”

“Whenever it’s ready,” you smile. “We’ll need to go to the store first. There’s next to nothing in Penny’s house.”

“What about here?” he asks. “You opening tonight?”

“Not anymore,” you reply, looking at him like he’s dumb (he is, a little). “There hasn’t been much business, anyway. They really love Penny.”

“Don’t we all,” he grins. “Can we go now?”

“You’re just eager to get in my pants, aren’t you?”

He grins. “Can you blame me?”

“Nope,” you reply, flashing him a sweet smile. “I’ll just make you wait even longer.”

+++

After getting all of the ingredients from the store (and some other food for you to eat, after Hangman scolded you for how bare the cabinets were), Hangman takes over Penny’s kitchen.

You try to help him cook, but the most he lets you do is grab the eggs for him. You try to help mix the pancake batter and he swats your hands away.

“All I want you to do is park your ass on that counter,” he points with the spatula, “and look pretty while I cook.”

“Hm.” You find it hard to argue with that. It’s been a long time since you’ve had someone else cook for you. So, you hop on the counter and let him do his thing.

Which apparently includes loudly serenading you with George Strait.

He only meant to do one song, but when he saw the smile it brought to your face, he wanted to do entire albums.

The two of you eat at the kitchen table because when you suggested the couch, Hangman teased, “We’re not hooligans.”

He sets the table and finds a random candle to light, but the scent smells awful so you blow it out immediately.

Honestly, the pancakes are delicious. You expected them to be nothing special -- because they’re pancakes -- but somehow he has made the best damn pancakes you’ve ever had. And it infuriates you.

The two of you bicker about how to load the dishwasher because it’s not the best, so you have to be picky about where certain things are placed unless you want the house to flood.

Then, on your way to the couch, you bicker about what movie to watch because his taste in movies is horseshit and he says the same about yours, but neither of you really mean it.

And eventually, he ends the arguing by kissing you to shut you up.

“God, you irritate me,” you say in between kisses.

“Same here,” he mutters, absolutely devouring your mouth. “Can we just--” he pauses because you keep kissing him, like you’ve been in a desert for three years and have finally found an oasis. “Shit.”

“Mhm,” you nod, pausing your kisses only for him to chase you down. At least this time he begins kissing your neck so you can talk, but you can’t think and you’re already out of breath. “What were you saying?”

He lifts his head, chest heaving, pupils blown. He’s a goner, yet still he says, “We don’t have to do anything else if you’re not comfortable or, you know, or ready, I just-- I just really needed to kiss you.”

You smile, cupping his cheek. “I really appreciate that,” you murmur. “But if you don’t fuck me in the next fifteen minutes, I’m kicking you out.”

In one swift move, Hangman has you lying on your back and he’s hovering above you. “Don’t worry about that, honey,” he says. “I just needed you to say the word.”

“Thank god,” you laugh, reaching up to grab his face and pull his lips back down to yours.

He lowers his body onto yours and you can feel just how excited he is, especially when his hips jerk involuntarily against your stomach.

“Having problems?” you tease, your fingertips already wandering to the hem of his t-shirt.

“None at all,” he replies, getting your message and yanking his shirt over his head.

You’ve seen him shirtless before, of course, but that time was different. Something about seeing him up close this time, just above you, makes it that much hotter.

“What are you thinkin’ about, sweetheart?”

“What kind of lover you are,” you reply. Not a total lie.

“Depends,” he says with that wild grin of his.

You raise an eyebrow. “On what?”

“On what kind of day it’s been for you, for me,” he says. “And it depends on what you need.”

“You have got to stop being so smooth.”

“No can do, sweetheart,” he says. “I don’t know how.”

You pull his face down to yours again, wanting to feel his lips and tongue against yours. He kisses you for a few moments before he pulls away again, making you frown.

“What do you need tonight?” he asks, and you can tell he’s dead serious.

“You,” you answer. “I just need you.”

“You have me,” he says. “What else?”

“I don’t have you until I have you inside of me,” you reply.

“Now who’s being smooth?” he teases, already working his pants down his legs. He kicks them off and leaves his boxers, focusing on you for the moment. “Can I take this off?”

You grin. “Thought you’d never ask.”

With all of your clothes gone except your underwear, you lift your back to allow Hangman to unclip your bra -- which he does with scary precision. Once it’s off, Hangman immediately cups your breasts in both hands, and dives for your neck, no doubt leaving marks.

“Jesus christ,” you mutter, not prepared at all for how he goes from 0 to 100 every time. His boxers are on, but his hips are grinding against yours seemingly on their own.

His lips travel from your cheeks to your lips as his hands move south. One wraps around your back to pull you into his body, and the other finds its way into your underwear. He snakes one finger inside you and you cry out, which just lets his tongue race for yours.

He pulls back, though, feeling your walls already beginning to flutter around his finger. “Shit,” he says. “I have to taste you-- Can I taste you?”

You’re barely able to say yes before he’s moving down your body, leaving small kisses in his wake. He tugs your panties down your legs and tosses them somewhere before parting your thighs.

“You’re so pretty, darlin’,” he whispers, his thumbs massaging your thighs. His voice alone makes you shift your hips, opening your legs wider for him. He takes the invitation.

You’ve let a man go down on you once before, but he wasn’t good and you never tried again. Hangman is very obviously a different story, based on the sheer fact that he has you cumming just seconds after his lips zero in on your clit. This is not a man who is afraid of worshiping you.

He works his fingers into you and you reach your second climax in no time. He curls his fingers ever so slightly as your body shakes for him.

“I don’t wanna leave this view,” he chuckles, but you’re already tugging at his shoulders, demanding he return to kissing you.

“Get these off,” you mutter, accidentally snapping the elastic of his boxers.

“Ow!” he feigns hurt. “Feisty.” He kicks his boxers off and you feel him rest against your stomach, hard and warm. “Better?”

“Much,” you grin, kissing him while your hand sneakily moves down to wrap around him.

His hips stutter when he feels your hand and he groans into your mouth, nearly collapsing on top of you. “Give a man some warning, will you?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you laugh, slowly moving your hand, which you know must be torturing him. “Did you bring a condom?”

His head drops into your neck. “Fuck.”

“I’m taking that as a no,” you reply.

“I didn’t think, honey, I’m sorry,” he says, lifting his head, and when he looks into your eyes, he’s genuinely regretful.

“I’m on birth control,” you say. “And I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone for years.”

“I’m clean, too,” he says. “Are you sure it’s okay?”

“You’d be outside right now if I wasn’t,” you tease. “I’m fine with it if you are.”

“Of course I’m fine with it,” he replies, kissing your nose. “But you need to stop before I cum.”

You quickly remove your hand, not wanting him to finish just yet. You’d much rather he did that inside of you than all over your stomach.

Neither of you can wait any longer. You help guide his head inside, arching your back at the feel of him sliding home. When he’s fully seated inside of you, he pauses, taking deep breaths. You can feel him twitching, you know he’s using all of his strength to not cum right away, and somehow that makes it even hotter.

“You need to move,” you groan. “I need you to move, Jake, please.”

“Say that again.”

You almost didn’t hear him. “What?”

“Say it again,” he says, pressing his hips even closer to yours.

“Please,” you say, not even sure if that’s what he wants, but you’re getting desperate. “Please, move, Jake-- fuck!”

He goes slow, but it’s enough. His strokes are long and deep, and each one leaves you writhing and begging for more.

“You want me to go faster?” he says, lips sucking at your neck. “Beg for it.”

“Oh my god.” You hate him. You hate him so much. “Please, harder, Jake, please.”

“That’s my girl,” he says, then does exactly as you wish.

His hips slam into yours at a blinding pace. You’re given no warning before you cum for the third time tonight, holding onto Jake for dear life as he doesn’t slow down at all, chasing his own release. Even as you feel him cumming inside of you, his hips don’t falter. Instead, he holds you tighter, moaning into your neck as your walls flutter around him, struggling to calm down.

With your chests heaving, you stay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, for who knows how long.

You scratch small circles on the back of his head, and he falls asleep in no time, shifting most of his weight toward the back of the couch so he isn’t crushing you entirely. You follow him to sleep a few moments later.

[romanoffsbish]

The Aftermath: Stickier Situation

Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader (Past)

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff(Widowed)

Queen!Wanda × KingG!P!Valkyrie

DarkQueen!Wanda x Fem!Reader x SoftDarkKingG!P!Valkyrie

DQ!Wanda x Fem!Reader x SDK!Val x Kate Bishop (🤷🏼‍♀️🧐)

@simplysimping999 a part 2 to your original request

TA: Our Pretty Princess(Part 1)

4/4 of the Part 2 Party Palooza 🤪

18+ | Minors DNI | Smut!!!

1st— Oral (Valkyrie-G!P), Penetration(Reader), BREEDING KINK, Choking, Daddy Kink, Soft degradation, Bulge play, Unprotected sex, Marking.

2nd—Oral(Wanda-Face riding), Degradation, Fingering(Reader-Shower), Mommy Kink, Marking.

Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, insecurities, manipulation, violence.

8k—You’ve been warned 💋

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The New—Asgard Gala was tonight, the first of many you'll be expected to attend as the beloved partner—prisoner—of the leaders of this great populous. The last two you were able to avoid seeing as how you were freshly added to the mix against your will, so they had to keep you hidden until they deemed you trustworthy. Not to mention you were pregnant with Athena at the time of the first one, then the following year she was just too needy to leave with a sitter.

Your outfit has been laid out, and a team will be by to get you all done up later so that you could be the arm candy you're meant to be. Athena is going to be making her debut as well, and the only problem with that is the rather hilarious tantrum she's currently throwing.

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"No! I'm not wearing dat!" She shouts, arms crossing over her chest in defiance as she sends Wanda a deadly glare that would honestly be terrifying had she not been less than 3ft tall.

"Little one, please don't make mama sad, I picked out this special dress just for you to be able to match all of us perfectly." Wanda tries to reason with the petulant toddler, but she simply doesn't budge.

You hold back the snide commentary, because at the end of the day your daughter might not share her genetics, but she's a spitting image of her mother's personality, and now she must reap what she very well sowed.

*I can still hear your thoughts printsessa, better pull yourself together for tonight, and help me right now.*

"Angel, I promise you can put your Tiana dress back on after the party, and then Mama, Mom, and I will all sit down to watch the movie with you before bedtime." You coo, dropping to your knee before your daughter, and smiling gently to coax her from her bad mood.

"Mommy, I no want to party, I just want cuddles." She pouts, arms dropping in defeat to her side, and you take the hint to pull her exhausted form into your arms.

"I'll tell you what, Mommy will give you all the cuddles right now, then you'll take your nap, and wake up so excited to party. I heard there will be chocolate chip cookies, so be our perfect angel and Mom and I will make sure to sneak you a bunch when Mama's not looking." You reason with her, holding her head tightly to your chest and subtly rocking her to coax her into dreamland, whispering the last part to make her really think it's a secret to which she smirks mischievously before yawning.

"Otay mama, I will wear your ugly dress." She mumbles towards Wanda, sounds muffled as her face nuzzles against your neck.

You snicker at the brutal honesty, and Wanda sends you a pointed glare, but then her face softens slightly at the sight of the easily remedied situation, just solidifying her belief that you were truly the right woman for this.

"Here, there's no way she'll let them touch her, so I'll just get her ready myself." You offer, your lovers smile now wide at your easy submission without even a word of hers being spoken.

"Thank you, always so ready to be a good girl." She praises, thumb tracing over your lip as she had turned your face so that she could kiss you without disturbing the angel within your arms.

After a blissful moment of her lips on yours she had to pull away, having hardly even had the time to fight with your daughter, let alone to get lost in you—her very special princess.

"Valk will be by in a bit to give you more detailed instructions, but please do make our angel here look great, not that it would be hard, she's already so adorable to begin with." Wanda instructs, leaning forward to peck your irresistible lips once more before taking off.

You carry your daughter off towards your connected rooms, opening the side door that leads into her palace sized bedroom you place her down onto her forest green, canopy bed then you plop yourself down in the chair before her vanity while preparing her hair products and hanging her dress up to preserve its shape.

—

Wanda was running around like a mad woman, which for all intents and purposes is the case. Though they had the help of the people to prepare the gala she'd been preoccupied with the fear consuming her as the line up of guests for tonight was a bit different than the usual.

Although retired from Avenging she'd been made to go to Earth just last month to help with a catastrophic event, and in her time there she had felt a bit nostalgic. One thing led to another and she then found herself drunkenly inviting her found family to the event, the same family that were essentially living a lie due to her magical manipulations. Of course she'd locked the bound spell up safe, but she was worried the pull of the heart could be enough to break at least the archer's ties to said spell.

"You're worrying again, with one flick of the wrist you could call them off honey, so either do that or just let it go before the wrinkles gracing your face become permanent."

"Says the one who thinks that overall hygiene consists of bar dish soap and axe body spray." Wanda expertly deflects in an annoyed grumble before then melting into her wife's strong hold, and hypocritically breathing in her cheap cologne to calm herself down.

"Stop deflecting." Valkyrie laughs out with a pinch to the witches hip.

"Careful their My King, we wouldn't want to have to replace another wall now would we?"

"You know as much as you try to threaten me with that My Queen it never works, all it does is awaken my little friend down below."

"You're a royal pain in my ass." Wanda snaps, aggressively pulling out of the strong hold to slap the warrior on the chest, and hurriedly walking away from her before she can try to stop her with her annoying charm.

Valkyrie wasn't joking about her arousal, but with the witch running off to do whatever she deemed worth doing she was only left with one of two options for relief so she set off to find you so that her trusty hand can have a break.

After nearly twenty minutes of searching the massive castle she'd found you reading a book in the library she'd had built specifically for you with the baby monitor right beside you. She'd already been in her ball attire, as she'd only needed to change out the suit jackets and ties to match the familial units color scheme.

"Hey, sweetheart, can you come here please?"

Ever the pliant little one you spring to your feet, settling a bookmark in between the pages and sauntering your way on over to meet her without a single question.

"Look at you, always such a good girl for me..." Valkyrie says with a proud smile upon her face, because though they're meant to be a united front she does in fact pride herself on having a better hold on you than the redhead.

Valkyrie just stares at you with darkened eyes, your innocent expression doing nothing to quell her aching cock confined by her tightly fitting suit pants.

"Can I help you with something daddy?" You not so innocently ask, using the title that you know drives the woman crazy, and she's made privy to just how much you want her too.

"Yes actually, Daddy needs a little help from her pretty princess..." She responds, hand slowly guiding your own to cup the obvious bulge in her pants, and the simplest contact has her bucking against your hand.

Without a word Valkyrie's hands move to take the plain black tie off so that she could replace it with the vermillion later, but in the mean time she has other plans for the article of clothing, toying with it while she patiently awaits your response.

"Whatever you need daddy..."

Valkyrie's eyes light up at your submission, heart rate rapid as she throws the loosened fabric over your neck, and in quick succession she tightens the prefixed knot to pull your body flush against hers for a bruising kiss that you moan into as her prominent bulge lightly grinds against your clothed core and your whole body warms at the promised activities.

Without separating your lips she pushes your body against the wall, continuing to grind against you and while her tongue explores your mouth you can feel your arousal soaking through your panties and onto your cotton shorts that are now sticking to your thighs.

"Daddy needs you on your knees princess." Valkyrie groans against your lips as the pressure building up beneath her slacks is becoming too much, right hand shoving you to your knees by means of the tie while the other desperately works to remove her belt.

Eager hands move to help her, unbuttoning the slacks and pulling them down her thick, toned thighs until they fall the rest of the way to pool at her ankles. Your eyes widen at the sight of the sizable amount of precum that coats the tip of her cock, you lick your lips in elated anticipation you squeeze your thighs together in search of the much needed friction since she'd gotten you so damn worked up.

"Fuck, do you see what you do to me honey? Go on princess, suck daddy off..."

You're quite the fan of teasing the woman, so your tongue pokes out to barely swirl around her tip, while your hand wraps around the base to slowly glide up and down the entirety of her shaft, her veiny cock twitches under your hold, and there's a slight change in her breathing pattern before she groans in frustration.

"Don't fucking tease me princess, you know we're short on time here, and if one of us has to go without it won't be me.."

With the unthinkable threat of being left in your desperate state you waste no time giving her exactly what she wants.

"Sorry daddy..." You attempt to remedy the situation, eyes caught in a stare off with the needy woman.

Your purposefully innocent gaze never leaves hers as you spit on the tip, then with your thumb and pointer finger you trail the spit down her shaft with a delicate pressure, and her head falls forward against the wall as she tries to refrain from cumming on the spot.

"Fucking hell..." She pants out, and that's when your lips wrap around the head of her cock, sucking lightly over the sensitive tip.

You take a ragged breathe through your nose while you work your way down her shaft, hollowing your cheeks as you pull back slowly, and repeating this only a few times as you soon got used to the sizable intrusion.

Your hands had taken hold of her thighs in an attempt to steady yourself, fingernails digging into her taut skin and leaving memorable marks behind while you had began to bob your head vigorously, slurping sounds filled the otherwise silent library, mixing with the pleasured grunts from your lover as you built her up further. Valkyrie hated feeling like she was putty in your hands, because even if it was the case she couldn't have you believing it, so she decided to regain some of her control.

Testing the bounds of your gag reflex she uses her grip on the tie to abruptly stop your movements as you neared the base of her cock but repeatedly failed to do so on your own and so she thrusted up instead. Your nose brushed uncomfortably against the scratchy material of her button up, and your throat deliciously contracted around her while you loudly gagged. Tears fall down your cheeks as you're being pushed beyond your limits and after a few more harsh thrusts, and with a generous squeeze to her balls by your falling hand Valkyrie unloads down your throat with a loud, broken up moan.

She pulls out rather abruptly so that she could make sure to paint your exposed chest white with her never ending load, her mouth agape as the pleasure failed to fade as she herself continued to stroke her shaft with her left hand, and with her right she tightened the tie around your throat even further before yanking you off the ground and she marveled at the sight of you completely at her mercy, gasping for air, and absolutely covered in her slick.

"God, that mouth of yours is purely magical..." She pants out, forehead falling against your shoulder while her hands fall to your hips to steady herself even further.

"Fucking hell princess, you've soaked through your shorts." She groans, fingers trailing over the evidence, and her cock was quick to stand again at the delectable sight.

She pulls back to really look at you, pulling her handkerchief from her pocket she's quick to wipe the remnants of her previous release from your lips and follows it up by slamming her lips to yours and aimlessly tossing the ruined fabric to the side.

With her hands on your hips she quickly trails them down to pull your bottoms off, panties and all, then with brute strength she grips you up by your thighs to slam you against the wall. You shakily moan into her mouth as her dick twitches against your drenched core, and as soon as your hips start to grind against her she smirks against your lips.

"My desperate little dove, you've been so patient, such a good girl..." She chuckles against your lips as you whine against hers.

With quick, precise movements her defined biceps flex under your tight grip as she lifts your body then is slammed down just as fast. Your head slams against the wall as she fills you up entirely, her lips attach to your neck, and she bites into your skin as your warm walls flutter around her, the only thing she loves more than your mouth is your inviting pussy.

"Oh baby... you feel so good around me honey. Just a perfect, pretty pussy for me to fuck whenever I please, daddy's going to fill you up so good honey..."

Though your walls attempt to hold her captive she pulls her hips back and begins to thrust into you steadily, and it doesn't take long for you to reach your high.

"Oh shit... I'm so close... Please daddy, fuck another baby into me, fill me up until it's running down my thighs." 

Valkyrie's thrusts pick up at your request, not a single part of her hesitates at the idea of fucking another one of her babies into you. You were absolutely insatiable when you had been pregnant, she fondly, not to mention vividly remembers the nonstop sex that took place during the last two trimesters and she twitches at the thought of it becoming a reality once more.

Her right arm holds you up while her left hand makes its way between your bodies, thumb rubbing harsh circles against your clit while her forehead falls against the wall in sync with yours.

"Let go princess..." She groans, breaths fanning against your shoulder, as she finds it becoming increasingly hard to hold out.

Her cock rubs against your most sensitive spot at the same time that her long fingers press down on the bulge of your stomach and her thumb perfectly swipes over your swollen clit. Your walls instantly flutter, clinging tightly to her as you're thrown over the edge, your arousal coating her dick at the same time that the delicious pressure causes her to unload inside of you. Her hips continuing to thrust into you, making sure that her swimmers have enough push to bring her dreams to fruition.

She allows them a fighting chance by remaining inside of you as your collective breaths regulate, her lips lightly trail across your jaw until her watch beeps to make her aware of the new hour, so she reluctantly pulls away and looks deep into your lust filled eyes. She presses her lips to yours to absorb your whines as she pulls out of you, then settles you down onto shaky legs.

She carefully removed her tie from your neck, rubbing over the irritated skin to help relieve any pain. Then she helps you back into your shorts, then you watch in bewilderment as she folds up your ruined pair of red panties, then she settles it into the jacket of her suit pocket.

"Needed a replacement handkerchief." She jests with a shoulder shrug, a wink and flirty smile, and your legs nearly give out on you.

Then with a little instruction you help her to pull herself together so that she can go off to handle the gala preparations.

"Thanks honey. Now run along and get cleaned up princess, you've got three hours until they expect you to get your hair and makeup all done up and not to mention you still have to get our angel ready. Don't be late princess."

"I promise I won't be, I'll see you later Val."

Before you can skip—limp—out of the room though she yanks you back for a parting kiss, never really able to get enough of you.

"Had to steal a kiss for good luck princess, those assholes in suits will be here shortly." She grumbles against your soft lips while you giggle in response, she places a far more gentle kiss to your cheek before contradicting it by sending you off with a love tap to your behind.

"Hey Princess!" Valkyrie calls out to you as you're nearly out of the room.

You turn around to face her from the doorway, taking notice of her charming smile so you easily send her back a soft one of your own.

"I love you..."

"I love you too." You reply with a air kiss that she exaggeratedly catches, then the both of you silently leave in opposite directions for your respective destinations with matching smiles.

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After the lengthy shower you'd taken you walked out into your room to get dressed, with plans to check on your daughter. You soon come to find out she'd been carted off for lunch, and that Wanda had been patiently waiting for you on the bed instead.

"There you are...Mommy is far too stressed out, I need that pretty little mouth of yours to help make it all go away for me printsessa."

Well there goes your shower...

"Mommy still needs a shower too, we'll take one together after you help me out honey." She answers your thoughts while beckoning you closer with a curl of her talented fingers.

You stood before her mindlessly, allowing her to manhandle you until your wet body was flat on the bed, and you were gently smiling up at her, her lips met yours in a chaste kiss just before she shimmied up until her drenched core was hovering above you instead.

"Be quick, I have a lot to get done before the Avengers arrive." She muses, effectively smothering your face before you could make a comment about the arriving guests you knew nothing about.

Your heart and mind were clouded just enough by the thoughts of Kate that you stuttered in your movements, but a quick pull of your hair had your focus on the witches cunt laser sharp.

"Your thoughts are adorable detka, but alas the spell is sealed in tight, she won't even know who you are so your foolish dreams of her saving you from your tragic life where we give you everything you've ever wanted is amiss." She laughs rather loudly at you, mocking your hearts hopeful nature in favor of crushing it.

"Now flatten your tongue because you're proving rather useless when you use your brain, had I had the time I would've fucked you dumb first..."

Her words sting your heart, so in an act of counterproductive defiance you harshly swipe your tongue through her folds, swirling it with perfect precision over her clit before dropping back down to plunge it as deep as you can into her pulsing hole—giving her exactly what she needed, and deep resentment's aside you fucking love bringing Wanda over the edge.

"Shit, keep going... Just like that detka, make mommy forget and then as a thank you I'll use my magic hands on you pretty girl."

You whine against her sensitive cunt, your thighs rubbing together in anticipation for having her fingers buried deep inside you while your determined tongue works to push her over. Wanda's hips grind down against your face in perfect time with your movements, meeting your tongues thrusts, and with every perfect nudge of your nose to her clit her breathing becomes ragged, and the filthiest of moans full of desperation tumble out from above you, and though your jaws tired from your earlier activities your pace picks up at the dizzying sounds coming from above.

Wanda's perfectly chiseled abs contracts as the pit growing deep within her nears it's precipice of bliss. Nimble fingers harshly tug upon your locks, the pleasurable pain has you groaning against the witch, and that final sensation is all that she needed to have her trembling thighs tightly clamping around your head, and her never ending arousal to come flooding out of her, half of which you happily lap up, the rest winding up covering the entirety of your face as Wanda's hips continued to move against you.

"Oh fucking hell printsessa, your mouth is one of my absolute favorite fucking things, just mommy's slutty little mouth to fuck upon whenever she needs..." Wanda praises, her body slowly moves back from your face, and while she shakily travels down the bed you graciously breathe in and out, lungs thanking you for the oxygen you've graced them with.

Wanda's drenched core settles upon your abdomen, the warmth of her juices pulls a gasp from your throat as it hits your chilled skin. Quickly cut off as Wanda pushes her mouth to yours, tongue passing through your lips to explore the expanse of your mouth.

"What do we say?" She whispers against your lips, hardly giving you a chance to say anything in response as she sucks on your tongue.

"Thank you mommy." You incoherently slur, doing the best you can as Wanda's still exploring your mouth with her tongue.

"Good girl..." She praises as she pulls back, lips loudly popping as she does due to the abundance of spit coating them.

She chuckles at the way your body squirms beneath her at the simple praises, then she leans back to hover above and look you over.

"You always look so beautiful covered in my essence, but we really do need to get cleaned up, you've got less than two hours left..." She teases, enjoying the needy whines it pulls and the fearful expression overtaking your face.

"Don't start, you know I always keep my promises, just be patient..." She chides, then in one swift motion the both of you are in the shower standing beneath the hot streaming water while Wanda happily works you over.

Wanda's lips work with purpose to mark your skin, wanting to leave nothing up to chance at the gala tonight while her fingertips gently slide down your slippery abdomen until they land just above your desperate mound. With a proud smile she pulls back to admire the absolute masterpiece that is your marked up collarbones, the pattern of varying shades enough to rival the likes of "A Starry Night," Vincent Van Gogh could never...

Then her gaze moves up to look into your eyes, an almost unplaceable vulnerability swims within them as she suddenly slams two fingers into your already sensitive cunt and your head flies back into the shower wall. Wanda's eyes never waver from your beautiful face, wanting to bare witness to you coming undone for her, every gasp or twitch from the overwhelming pleasure fills her with pride, and has her fingers picking up their pace while red tendrils play their part in circling your neglected clit.

"Always making the prettiest of noises for me honey, just so perfect, and so beautiful..."

Wanda smirks at the way your walls clench around her slender digits whenever she's praising you, even though she would be the first to admit she prefers it whenever she gets to punish you, and the way you usually drip uncontrollably tells her you do too, she just sadly doesn't have the time.

"Fuck, mommy your fingers feel so good..."

"If only I'd had time baby, you'd be bent over my knee for swearing..."

Wanda chuckles as her fingers are held in place by your fluttering walls, and with the flick of her thumb mixed with the tingling of her magic upon your clit you finally let go, drenching her fingers in the process as you scream her title repeatedly. Wanda's slick fingers leave your cunt against your pitiful protests, eyes enamored with the abundance of your arousal that drips down your legs and eventually washes down the drain.

"What a damn waste..." She grumbles, before plopping the glistening fingers into her mouth, eyes slamming shut as she sucks them clean like a woman starved.

"Thank you mommy..."

Wanda smiles over her fingers when she hears you without having to prompt you, clearly she was able to fuck the attitude out of you just in time for the gala.

"It was my pleasure little dove..."

She placed a kiss to your lips before grabbing the loofah to prepare, and your hands worked to massage the shampoo and then the conditioner into the witches hair while her hands tenderly cleaned your body for you once more, removing the remnants of your special time together.

Though she'd yet to say those three words that you found yourself craving to hear you knew deep down the feelings were there whenever she'd allowed herself to show you such softness, which was far more often than the witch would willingly admit to.

"I'll see you later little dove, and make sure that you're on time, you know how much I hate it when you're late—wouldn't want to have to punish you..." She coos, hands cupping your face as she winks before snapping her fingers and exiting the restroom ready for the gala while you stand there completely drenched, and slightly heartbroken as she leaves you to handle yourself alone.

Wanda heard the desperate way that your brain shouted out 'I love you,' but she couldn't bring herself to acknowledge it. She's got herself convinced that the words are equivalent to a curse whenever muttered by herself, and the idea of losing any of you terrifies her, she just wouldn't allow it, so she leaves you broken instead.

—

Once you'd gotten dressed you rushed off to find Athena, and after many encounters with clueless individuals you found she'd been let to wander off into the basement—the one Wanda uses for her magical enchantments and you're not sure how she'd managed to get in there but you move quickly to get her out of her Mama's lair.

"Angel, what are you doing down here?"

"Playing with Mama's toys!" She beams with some odd looking contraption in her hand, and as adorable as she is you fear that whatever she's holding is Wanda's forbidden apple.

Uneasiness seeps into your bones the longer you're down here, so you scoop the toddler up, and that in turn jostles the 'toy' from her tiny hands; it goes tumbling to the ground and you wince at the sound it makes as it scrapes across the concrete floor. Instead of checking it over though you scurry on out of the creepy, barely lit room and buy your daughters silence with a promised princess movie marathon.

—

Getting the toddler bathed was a breeze, after massaging and combing each one of her products into her hair to ensure it was well nourished you'd been able to coax her away from her rubber ducky's with the reminder of chocolate chip cookies. Getting her into the dress was a bit trickier though as she had remembered her previous contempt for the fabric, but you'd somehow managed it after slipping a cherry lollipop into the spoiled little girls hand.

"Pick a color baby—red, white or maybe both?" You question the toddler as you plonk her weightless body down into her chair.

"Pink!"

"Baby, that's not an option, it wouldn't match."

"But Mommy..."

"Ah-aht, no tantrums angel, we don't have time. I'll just do both, it'll be pretty."

"Me want hair like mom." She pleads, eyes batting in the 'I always get what I want' way, and just as you do every single time you have to deny her you crush her soul.

Because when she says like mom's she means in length too, and the three of you had agreed that extensions for the two year old just wouldn't be suitable with the way she moves around, and how delicate her young hair is.

"Baby, you're not old enough for hair like mom's, but I can do two puffy buns, or I can do just one, or I can do some partial braids—?"

"No care, mommy choose." She interrupts you with a scowl present upon her face, another wave of tantrums on the horizon if you don't play your cards right.

You quickly weigh out your options, and judging by the time and how she's already squirming around you settle upon slicked back space buns, pulling her hair out of her face while also allowing the natural curls to shine through. You use scrunchies with built in bows, one red, one white, and then with a fine brush you settle her baby hairs.

"My littlest love, are you ready to see?" You ask enthusiastically, hopeful to pick her mood back up, and she looks up to you with a giddy smile.

"Yes! Mommy, I ready!"

You lightly jostle the spinning chair to shake her up some, causing her to giggle before you quickly spin her to face the mirror.

"Oh, mommy, I'm beautiful..." She gasps, and your eyes nearly fill with tears at the sweetest smile upon her face.

"Yes you are angel, so very beautiful!" You coo as you settle her on your hip and nuzzle your nose with hers then you place a sweet kiss to each of her cheeks.

"Mommy's turn now?"

"Yes angel, and you're coming with me to get ready."

Her squeals lighten the sudden wave of pain that had hit your heart, not entirely sure if it's Wanda's inability to admit her feelings, or the fact that the actual love of your life will be here tonight and she'll have no clue who you are. Either way you're grateful to have the little one, and the gorgeous woman whom gave you said angel by your side tonight.

—

Wanda and Valkyrie were stood beside one another in the ballroom ensuring that all the final adjustments were made to ensure maximum enjoyment for all this evening.

"My Queen, you sure seem far more relaxed." Valkyrie teases, recognizing the after sex glow the witches skin portrayed.

"Yeah, and I can see your little friend was tended to as well, and we both know it wasn't your hand that did the dirty work." She teases right back, and both women share in a fit of laughter before sharing a lingering kiss.

"Really though, how are you feeling?"

"Slightly worried, but more than prepared for anything that could go wrong tonight, no matter what Y/N's safe with us."

"That's for certain..." Valkyrie growls as her lips reattach to the witches, and the both of them just live in this gentle moment together before the first set of guests begin to arrive.

—

While sitting in the chair you'd allowed them to throw your hair back to keep it from your face, and then they applied only the lightest bit of makeup which makes you realize this encounter wasn't even necessary as you were quite capable of doing all of this on your own. Athena was running around the room, twirling the skirt of her dress around, and just being a total menace to the workers around.

"Mommy, you pretty now."

You hold back a scoff at your daughters unintentional slight, and pull her into your lap, taking a baby wipe to clean her sticky hands and giving her dress the once over. Relieved to see that she'd managed to keep clean you carry her with you to then check yourself over in the mirror as well.

"Want to look like mommy..." She mumbles, pointing to your tinted red lips in the mirror, and you smile gently before lifting the gloss up to apply a thin layer to her tiny puckered pair.

"There you go angel, just like mommy." You coo, and she places a wet kiss to your cheek in thanks, effectively taking it off and you just chuckle before fixing you both back up to head down to the ballroom.

—

Out of all the ways you could have imagined entering the ballroom to go this wasn't how you'd expected it to go at all. Chaos had apparently ensued at the exact moment the Avengers had arrived and you'd been left in the dark, and to a certain degree you were still in it. Valkyrie was stood toe to toe with the likes of Clint while both Yelena and Kate were screaming at the witch.

A guardsmen had scurried over to you, with express instructions to protect you, but your daughter had other plans once she saw the unfolding scene taking place too close to the table of sweets. With shocking strength she shoved the guard back and wiggled from your grasp to make her way over—she is a descendant of a Valkyrie after all.

"No touch my Mama and Mom!" She shrieked, tiny hands shoving the bulky archer back, and his eyes widen at the sight of the mini you.

Kate's eyes find her next, her suspicions confirmed when she recognizes the scowl on Athena's face. Frantically her eyes search for you in the crowded room full of nosy onlookers, finding nothing outside of the two specific men with notebooks who were clearly planning the next play that is to come of this rousing event.

Yelena's trained eyes found you, and she saw you struggling to break free from the mens holds and she was quick to run to you.

"Y/N Y/L/N, it's been along time—now duck."

Weird greeting aside you do as she says, then she slams the guards heads together and pulls you into her back protectively while guiding you towards the entirety of the Avengers.

Wanda's hands illuminate in red at the sight of Avengers encircling you, Valkyrie's fingers then drum along the handle of her sword, while Athena is holding Clint back with one hand while shoveling cookies into her mouth with the other.

"Wanda, what have you done?" Clint asks, and the witch quirks a curious brow as her glare now fixates on him.

"Exactly what needed to be done." She reasons, and the archer scoffs.

"Natasha wouldn't have wanted this!"

"Don't you fucking tell me what my late wife would've wanted Barton. I thought she wanted to live but low and behold she didn't do that. Apparently my heart mattered so little to her that she gave her life for yours, don't speak about her because you're also very wrong!"

"Look, Wanda, you took this fantasy too far, you manipulated the world to your will, and it's time we take Y/N back to live the life she was destined to." Strange interjects himself into the conversation, and Valkyrie is quick to unsheathe the sword and hold the point to his throat.

While the lot of them went back and forth your former lover was trembling before you, hands shakily cupping your face and checking you over for injuries.

"Y/N/N, baby I'm so sorry, I should've kept you hidden, kept you safe..." She sobs, and your heart breaks for the archer.

"Oh Katie, this wasn't your fault, we were all bamboozled here..."

Before the conversation could divulge into a next step you're breaking free from her hold to run over to your makeshift family.

"Don't you dare fucking touch her!" You seethe, hands quick to pull your daughter away from the archer who subsequently goes flying across the room.

"Mommy, no-no..." Your daughters shaky voice reprimands you, and you hum while pulling her face against your chest to shield her.

"Y/N, get behind me now!" Valkyrie instructs, hardened eyes telling you there's no wiggle room here.

"No, You don't tell her what to do! Y/N, come to me!" Yelena shouts, widow bites raised towards the woman you've grown to love.

Instead of doing as you're told you stand in front of the warrior to make your stance clear.

"Y/N/N, what are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious? She's happy with us!"

"No Wanda, she's scared of you, and is just protecting herself." Strange concludes, never once does anyone let you speak, which honestly isn't that surprising.

"I'd never hurt her!" Wanda shouts while throwing the sorcerer across the room next.

"Wanda, you can't do this..." Kate whimpers, overwhelmed by all this new information, and at the sight of seeing you marked by another.

"I already did, and you're all better off for it! Clint's finally retired, you're thriving in your superhero career, and Y/N's being taken care of like the princess she was always meant to be. Face it Kate, you were happy..."

"No, I wasn't. Everyday I woke up feeling this emptiness, and no matter what I did I couldn't fill it. Now though, that your spell has broken I know exactly what I'd been missing, and that's my Y/N/N..."

Wanda's hands surge with power once Kate tries to claim you as hers again, hands raise to shoot off but she's just as soon cut off.

"Hey!" You shout, pulling all attention your way as you step to be in front of the witch, scared daughter still in your arms.

"Y/N... Move..." She instructs through gritted teeth, and you challenge her by remaining.

"No Wanda, you're not going to hurt Kate..."

"Wands... Tasha wouldn't want this, I knew all about your plans to find your printsessa, but this wouldn't have been the route you both took, and you know it. Let Y/N go..." Yelena tries to reason with the witch, because if anyone could get through to her it would be her gained little sister Lena.

Wanda's gaze falls to Lena's face, and the pure disappointment mixed with betrayal she reads in her stance is enough to shatter what's remaining of her already tattered heart. Still—losing you isn't an option, so she tries to shake the heartbreak, and she decides in the moment to leave it up to you because her faith in you choosing to stay is rather high.

"Fine.. Y/N, what do you want to do here?"

You're immediately taken aback by her words, stance faltering as you scramble to even figure out what you would want here, because even without your daughter present two years is a long time to spend with someone. Kate will always be the keeper of your heart, but your heart now resides in the hands of two other women as well, and it's all a tad bit confusing.

Plus, this could all just be some elaborate ruse to trick you into a punishment later...

"Printsessa, this isn't an elaborate trick, tell us, what do you want?"

"I-I, I don't know..."

"Mommy, is okay..." Athena jumps into action the moment your voice cracks, tiny hands move to frantically slap away the tears and you turn your face to place grateful kisses to her palms.

"Honey... What do you mean you don't know?" Valkyrie's facade comes crumbling down at the uncertainty in your collective future's, losing you not really an option for the King either.

"Y/N/N... Please..." Kate pleads from off to the side, and her body shakes with the fear that you might not be coming home with her.

"I-I want it all..." You quietly mumble as you fall to your knees, pain not even registering as your crackling bones meet with the hard flooring, and your hold on your angel tightens.

Wanda approaches you, dropping to one knee, hand lifting your face by your chin, and then she's leaning in to peck at your trembling lips.

"I'm sorry for everything, I love you Y/N/N..."

The sincerity in her voice tells you this isn't a trick to win, but more so the witch pleading her case, hoping that you'll overlook the whole taking you captive part and instead remember all the bliss that came over the last two years after the initial shock of it all wore off.

Wanda watches as your mind falls into a deep spiral, and she knows this is all breaking you, just not in the fun way she enjoys. Standing to her feet she passes Athena's kicking form over to Valkyrie's clearly defeated one before stepping back to give you some much needed space to process.

"There's always another option..." Wanda suddenly throws out after a long resounding beat of silence, and all present parties attention falls to her.

"Yeah, like what?" Kate bites back, arms securely wrapped around herself for comfort while trying to remain with a strong front.

"Join us."

"What?!" Yelena, Kate, and Valkyrie collectively shriek at the woman's proposition, all with varying reasons for shock.

Honestly, you were hoping for an easy solution to aide with the pull of your heart, and this is like the holy grail of options so you just hope all parties are able to agree.

"Well Kate, you're miserable without her right? Take her away from us and I can assure you she'd be just as miserable without us as we'd be without her. Add our child to the mix, and Y/N wouldn't even be willing to leave with you. Plus, Kate, I've heard your not so pure thoughts about me over the years, and even the ones about my wife here in just the last hour, it's not like it would be a hardship for you. Forget the way we went about taking her, and you'll see she's had it good here because contrary to their beliefs we do love her. She spends most of her days tending to our feisty little angel here, and with her loads of free time she's painting or reading, we also have normal family gatherings like movie nights or dance parties." Wanda attempts to pitch her case, and the archer's face flashes with about five different emotions before quickly settling on acceptance.

"I'm in."

"What?!" Clint and Strange suddenly shriek, but Kate waves them off and makes her way over to you, dropping to her knees to be level with you and just like Wanda she's lifting your fallen face to peer into your glistening eyes.

"Is that okay with you Y/N/N?"

You nod your head vigorously, forcing your way into her lap for the much needed embrace, and Kate's decision is one of ease once you're securely in her arms like you'd been meant to be all along.

"It's settled then." Wanda quips, snapping her fingers the ballroom is restored to its former glory, the Avengers are all snapped back to NY with the exception of Yelena and Kate, and the townspeople will wake tomorrow with such horrific hangovers that it makes them realize last night was more fantasy then a reality—Asgardian ale, am I right?

Wanda then approaches your conjoined bodies, lifting and separating the both of you with ease, she then takes Kate by the collar of her shirt and slams her lips to hers briefly.

"Welcome to the family kotenok..."

While Kate has a moment of unfortunate gay panic Wanda's focus shifts over to her princess. Small, yet shockingly strong arms then glide over to wrap around your waist, nose nuzzling against your own before her lips caress yours in a sweeter kiss, full of soft desperation, silent pleads that you'll remain hers for life, and you meet her lips with 'I love you' reassuringly playing in your mind.

"Give me the baby." Yelena demands of your uncharacteristically quiet lover, and though Valkyrie glares at her in response Athena giddily bounces over to her.

"I'm your Auntie Yelena, and I need you to help me to save the girl who just kissed your mama, she's broken."

While Yelena handles the hot mess that is Kate you make your way over to the saddened warrior, Wanda hot on your trails, and the witch sandwiches you in between their bodies while holding onto her tightly.

"Daddy, what's wrong?" You ask in a hushed whisper, and your caring tone sends a tear over the edge but you're quick to cover it so no one sees her in such a state.

"I can't lose you princess, I won't survive."

"But daddy, I am human, I'm going to eventually die."

"Yeah, no, I'm already working on that..." Wanda's quick to shut you down, placing a kiss to your temple before leaving you both to do some further damage control for tonight's events.

"I would never leave you daddy, I don't ever want to, but I do love Kate too, and I just know you will too if you give her a chance."

"I'm certain I will if you speak so highly of her."

Valkyrie tightens her hold around your waist, then she begins to sway the both of you along to the slowed music, and buries her face in your neck, using you and the peace you bring as a hideaway from the demanding world of people around her.

—

After the dust settles and everyone moves to go to bed a throat clearing halts everyone's movements.

"Oh no.." You sigh, sharing a knowing look with your fellow parental's as you all turn to face the tiny body.

"Princess. Movie. Marathon." She repeats your words back to you, and you playfully run a hand down your face before scooping her up,  everyone else wordlessly follows you into the movie hall, and everyone cuddles up close on the king sized bed.

Wanda's taken to the left side of the bed, having called dibs upon you immediately so there you laid with your head pressed against her chest while she runs a soothing hand over your side and whispers her mocking of the movies just to hear your sweet giggles.

Yelena's laying down directly in the middle, Athena taking up residence between her spread legs with a bowl of popcorn and M&M's, sitting criss-cross-applesauce with her eyes dead set on the massive screen to the front.

Valkyrie took the right side, Kate being voluntold to snuggle up to her, and though shy it didn't take much convincing for the younger brunette to lay against her. Valkyrie had eventually got Kate to stop tensing at her initial touch since she would be settled behind her for the duration of the movies. Kate's squirming around trying to get comfortable worked against the warrior's patience. So she gripped her hip firmly, pulling her back into her so that she could feel the restricted bulge.  

"100% natural kitten, so be wary of your movements..."

"Oh."

Valkyrie lightly chuckles from behind her, placing a suggestive kiss to the side of her neck before settling back into the mattress and deviously making sure to keep their bodies flush together in the hopes of driving her mad with lust just to leave her hanging for days. Devious plans to take you in front of the archer, leaving her totally desperate by the time she'd give her what she wanted all while she stares at you instead of the screen.

Every last one of you was out by the time the third movie—Frozen—starts, limbs of all sorts entangled forming an intricate human pretzel. Everyone fell asleep with a widespread feeling of comfort, every differing cracked heart being mended and given the necessary reprieves.

"Let it go!! Let it go!!"

Your body jolts with a start as the annoying ice witch belts out her iconic line, and you grumble your grievances.

"Shhh printsessa, I promise the big bad ice witch won't hurt you, but keep squirming and the Scarlet witch will..." Wanda tiredly teases you, squeezing your hip in playful warning, and in response you roll over to bury yourself into her as sleep once again consumed you.

"Good girl, I am so glad you made all the right choices tonight..." Wanda muses, leaving a kiss to your forehead before falling asleep herself.

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Hope you filthy whores enjoyed😉❤️

💋 Kaitlyn 😳

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[bcacstuff]

Are you giving any credence to the info Purv has regarding CM?

No

You don't say so 😳

Good observation Anon! How come there's always something new when I just showed how fabricated her 'proof' is....

Eeeeewwwww

Yes I've seen it 🙄... The Hyrox patch is the same for one whole season, only the city name changes

The one for Glasgow this year

Berlin

Birmingham

Los Angeles

Do you need more?

Oh and this season (22/23) so far there have been these many events

I didn't take the time to count all the participants of all those events, if someone wants to be my guest. But I think you can imagine there are thousands and thousands of people all over the world owning these patches of the Hyrox event.

Oh and I don't know how to clearly identify what exact city or cities the patches (note patches as in plural) on the backpack are from. Can you?

Yeah, sorry this is very blurry, and it is going to look very shippery this way. I just can't help... but really... help me out here?

And... yes, as I noted above, and there's still not something wrong with my eyes and I swear I didn't have a drop of alcohol all day. (and it's 3.30am right now) but I'm not seeing double... do I? I see two, as in 2 patches of this season! Do you see it too???

I don't know, but it seems to me that every participant only get one (1) patch from the event he/she participates in. And by my knowledge, and as we can see on the website, Sam only participated in the one at Glasgow. No other ones!!! Go, f.i look at Nic Rasenti's entries. he has a lot more, London and Glasgow. Oh, perhaps Nic was with her in Paris? Is that how she knows Sam? he has been in Paris before with Nicole. And perhaps he was hoping he would be one of the friends invited for his Miami birthday party and told Cinderella to go there too.... 🤪

See what I did here? I just did what shippers do, and what Purv does. She tries to paste a couple of random things together that slightly can in some very far fetched way be connected, but there are a ton of other options, which conveniently aren't taken into account. Needless to say I don't think it was Nic in Paris cheating on Nicole 😉 But I take it that my dearest gentle readers do understand that.

Right... next. Btw. she wrote 6 weeks ago in a hotel with Cinderella... 😉

Now see, here's an Anon that can calculate for herself and use a calendar as well. Exactly, 6 weeks ago was Easter weekend, he was not only with his family but also spotted on the airport in Edi by a fan. (on 8 April)

But okay okay, I hear you she 'posted' a bunch of pics, she could have easily posted that a week later on. Okay... cause, it was Friday 30 March right, her Anon spotted them in a restaurant in Paris. Friday after he had just been one day on set (per the birthday post for Dries), that particular post you should expect Cinderella to like, especially if he would have given her the privilege to leave the set already after one day to spent the weekend with her in Paris. But exactly that one was not liked by her according to the fantasy lalalanders (how rude!)

Oh and for the record, if you would like to be in Paris in no time and not go through all the trouble an airport has, (going there Antwerp - Brussels and all the checks and security) we in Europe rather take the Thalys to Paris. Brings you right in the city at Gare du Nord, Very comfortable travel, and you'll be in the heart of Paris within the hour. Check it out people! (but yeah, I figure you in the US wouldn't dream of it)

right next...

I haven't seen any video, I did never requested to follow Cinderella (I never follow any of those or OL related accounts). I really do not need to see it but thanks for your observation Anon

There is no way anybody can identify the woman in NYC in the video, I even have the original one without the watermark... But for what it is worth, it doesn't strike any similarity to the pics I've seen from Cinderella.

Yes we're calling her Cinderella. Thanks for you message, maybe I can make some more sense out of it. Read on!

Oh... now that's rude, he didn't even bring a whole case of his whisky like he did for his birthday in Miami??? Not even a bottle??? Now... I'm totally disappointed now... or could it be that... oh right wait the backpack...

or just maybe not! ^^

Ah right the backpack! Uhm, I posted the image above. Let's do some comparing of backpacks we know Sam owns and travels with. (as that is what shippers do as well).

December 2022 leaving NYC

See the grey straps? No match

11 January fanpic by QueenNurys IG

These straps look even more broad with some cushion thing on the shoulder, I don't see a match. Do you?

and doesn't this backpack look sort of green? 🤔

Nope nope nope....

I think you're suffering from confirmation bias Anon. Don't worry though many do in this fandom

How am I doing so far Anon?

And how well did that work out 🤐

Conclusion: As said above, a lot of pasting things together. I really think P should be a bit nicer to shippers at this point as her posts are even worse in putting all kind of 'proof' together that is purely random and wouldn't hold in any court. She's making a fool of herself by doing the same things she condemns shippers for. Making the most fantastic connections that can be debunked easily in many ways. More over how these things come up right after something is posted here, like the Hyrox events. Why did she not notice that before... ooh right yes, her eyes after yesterday her eyes are hurting... but she had weeks in advance to figure this all out, no? Really, I almost have more respect for shippers for putting their posts together with proof (that also doesn't hold, don't get me wrong) but at the very least had more proper investigation and thoughts than what is fabricated here in 2 nights....

Now my dearest gentle readers, I hope you will grant me some sleep (3.50am right now) and hopefully I can spend my time from here on to real news and not fabricated nonsense.

[cambria-writes]

posting this like two days earlier than planned because im an impatient brat 🤪 i actually went through this a few more times to see if i could catch any more mistakes, but if you see any please let me know!

pairing: jane x named reader word count: 2,301 rating: PG13 warnings: description of murder scenes, blood, trauma, mentions of death, anxiety

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖔: 𝔗𝔲𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔖𝔲𝔫

You're still a little bit in shock if you're to be honest. You  weren't born yesterday, you know who Patrick Jane is. Heard about him  shooting a potentially innocent man. Read up about the Red John murders.  Still not sure whose psych profile is more interesting. Either way,  they're both a little touched in the head. You thank your stars that Mr Jane is on the Good Side.

Probably. A few minutes later has you sitting on an old  leather couch not too far from the stainless steel table. Full, warm mug  of tea in hand rather than a small cup. You can't remember where, but  you've read that holding a warm beverage is a comforting thing. You're desperately trying to find the comfort in the situation.  "So tell me, Skye. You mind if I call you Skye?" You shake your head.  Skye's fine. It's not like you want or expect high society manners  anyways. "Great. What do you do?" He sips his tea. He looks so  carefree. Unsure if that's a façade or legitimate sociopathy. You  correct yourself: psychopathy. Jury's still out on the existence of the  former. You decide it doesn't matter just now. "I work at a book  store," you answer quietly, raising your eyes to meet Jane's when you  catch yourself staring down into your mug again. You were raised better  than that. "About... a little over two years now, probably. Friend of  the family owns it." Mr Jane nods like what you said means  something. Maybe it does. Cold reading is a strange thing. You remind  yourself to steady your breathing and still your limbs. Remember to always look up to the left. Never the right. You vaguely think that this is good practice. "Mm, right, yes, I know that much. But mean for fun. In your spare time. You draw?" He motions at your right hand. Good call.  You nod. "Yeah. Been drawing since I was a kid. I mostly, um. I do  digital art now. My hands usually shake too much for a pencil to be any  good." "Anxiety issues." It's not a question, but you nod. Jane hums and sips at his tea again. You remember to drink yours.  It's not as sweet this time but somehow it's a pleasant change of pace.  Not fruity undertones either. His steady gaze on you is unnerving. It  looks expectant. You wonder what gave away that you hadn't mentioned  everything. "You're not gonna like the other thing," you add  quietly, turning the mug in your hands. The warmth is more like searing  heat, actually. Your palms are sweating. Don't think about the body. Don't think about the body. Steady breathing. "Try me." Deep breath. Close eyes. Try and let the tension seep from your muscles.  "Fortune telling." You can almost feel him tense at the mention of it.  You told him so. "Since I was in middle school. Tarot cards, runes, um.  That kind of thing. The owner of the store lets me do free readings at  the back on Friday nights so..." You trail off and stare at your shoes.  You distantly wonder what they say about you. "There's no such thing—"  "—as psychics," you finish, cutting Jane off. "I know. I never said I  was a psychic, either. You asked what I did in my spare time, so there  you go." You try and sound confident and stable. Voice is too weak to  come off as anything other than tired. Which you very much are.  Again, Mr Jane makes a rather nondescript, noncommittal sound. Leans  back against a desk (probably his?) and contemplates you. The scrutiny  is really starting to make you feel uneasy. You clear your throat. Tea  is half gone now. You're considering if you'll want more. "You uh, you said you could help me remember. What happened after the call?" "Oh, that. Right. Have you ever been hypnotized?"

You're lead up a flight of stairs into a loft that doesn't look  like it belongs in the same building. There are boxes lining pretty much  every wall. They're all clearly labeled as having to do with Red John. A  little disconcerting. Proof of obsession is always awkward to look at.  Like an invasion of privacy. The mattress and pillow on a table off to  your right reinforce that. Does he sleep here? Live here? What the  hell.

Mr Jane pulls hour a chair for you. At a desk, on the back wall, by  the window. The sight of the city at night isn't as beautiful as you  thought it would be.

"Take a seat," he instructs. "Make yourself comfortable. Nothing's going to hurt you here."

Of course he'd say that. All hypnotists say that. You're safe and there's nothing to worry about and nothing is permanent.  Last hypnotist you saw messed you up but good. You want to laugh at the  reassurances. But honestly, they're welcome. You don't feel safe in  your own skin.

You sit down in an old barely padded wooden chair. Jane pulls out a  folding chair from... where, exactly? He sits across you, leans his  elbows on his knees and offers his hands, palm up. Strange but, okay.  You'll bite. As soon as you place your hands on top of his, something  feels strange. Off. His index and major fingers make short work of  finding the pulse at both your wrists.

You mirror the motion. Not quite sure why. Feels like reciprocation  might be alright. If nothing else, the way Mr Jane arches a brow is  satisfying enough. Something seems to alight behind his eyes, and he  settles in his chair a little more. Leans forward just a little bit  more.

"Alright, well, since you're there," he begins, quietly, smoothly.  You think about how you might be able to listen to him speak like that  all day. Night; whatever. Would make a killing with ASMR videos,  probably. "I need you to close your eyes, listen only to my voice, and  focus on the pulse at my wrist. Can you do that?"

Odd instructions. But, okay. Yes. You nod, press a little more into  Jane's wrist to properly feel the blood pumping there. His heart rate  is ridiculously slow and even. Little bit envious.

"Just feel the beat of it. Imagine the veins, the arteries. The  valves in the heart. One beat in, one beat out. The constant flow of  blood through the body. Always flowing."

You could seriously fall asleep like this. Somewhere in your mind, you remind yourself that yes, moron, that is entirely the point.

You let yourself be lulled into a blissful state of between. Not quite conscious, but also not quite not.  The nothingness is unsettling, a little, but the absence of most  everything is oddly comforting. You hear Mr Jane like he's in a distant  room. Voice barely reaching you, your thoughts.

"You're on the front stoop at Tommy's. The door-"

"The door was smashed open," you finish, gritting your teeth.

You were on your way home from the café. More research, more  information to collect. You've been looking into getting into university  for a while, but you have no spare cash to blow on anything but rent  and food. Cafés and restaurants are a good place for some peace and  quiet. All you need to do is ask for a coffee refill now and again. You  don't cause any trouble, you're a paying customer; most places are more  than happy to have you around. At least you're not a rambunctious  drunkard.

You tend to take the long way home. Why not? You enjoy talking to  the few personable people in the neighborhood. It's a nice place. Safe.  Wait. Not it isn't. Tommy's-

"Just breathe, Skye. You're fine." Jane's voice brings you back  down from a bout of panic. "It's just a memory. The door was forced  open. What did you do next?"

"I called 911, a woman answered. I started saying that someone's  been broken into when I, I... god. There's so much blood," you whimper.  The thumb at your left wrist barely helps you trudge on forward. "The  operator kept asking me if I was okay, what's wrong. I think... I  could just say 'he's dead' over and over again. I can barely get the  address out. Dear god.

"What happened then, Skye? Did you hang up?"

You shake your head resolutely. "No, no the operator asked me to stay on the line with her, so I did."

"And what did you do? What did the operator ask you to do?"

Slowly, you find that the knot in your stomach and the lump in your throat ease up a little. Strange.

"She asked me if I had somewhere safe to go to and wait for emergency services to come. I said yes."

"But you didn't leave," Jane completes. Nod; there's no lying about that. "Why did you stay, Skye?"

"I... I needed to see something, so I went to the kitchen. I think,  I put the stopper in the drain and waited it to fill with cold water."

"Why cold water? Why the sink?"

You open your mouth and shut it once. Twice. You want to say why  but something is making it incredibly difficult to get the words out.  The thumb's rubbing at your wrist again. The warmth from the friction  makes you feel odd in a way you can't put words to.

"I, I can't..." You groan, wincing. You don't quite try to pull away. Lean back a little, maybe.

"It's okay, you can tell me. Nothing's going to happen to you." He sounds so compelling. You almost want to believe him

You let yourself believe that you do.

"Scry. I wanted to scry."

Everything is tense and you feel the distinct need to vomit. Deep breaths, even breathing, and the urge doesn't quite pass but at least it's not overwhelming. The thumb at your wrist has stopped moving.

"What did you see." It's not a question. It's a demand. Disbelief,  anger, resolution. You're not sure what you hear in his voice.

"A hatchet buried by a river."

You hear someone take a deep breath. Definitely disbelief then. Unpleasant. A hand leaves you and returned to a shoulder.

"When I tap your shoulder, you're going to look outside and feel  relaxed. You're going to be starving, and the next thing you eat is  going to be the best thing you've had in weeks." Two small tap on your  left shoulder. Sharp intake of breath.

You stare at Mr Jane with a frown. It feels like a dream you woke  up from a few minutes ago. Everything was so clear, but now it feels  like everything is slipping away from you. You try to recall what was  said and come up empty. You feel like a fish out of water; mouth opens,  closes. Opens again. No words come out. You're starving.

"I'll take you back," Jane says quietly, stands and extends a hand  to you. Flatten your hands against your thighs. You've worn these jeans  all day. Unsure if you want to eat first of ask for a change of clothes.

Nevertheless, you take the hand and stand on uncertain legs.  Autopilot; you follow down a flight of stairs, past the dull hum of  activity, into an office. Told that someone will come get you, that  you've got a hotel room somewhere near home. Close enough to be  comfortable, far enough to be safe. You sit in the office for a few  minutes before someone opens the door again.

"Hi, I'm agent Van Pelt," the woman says. Her hair is striking to  you. Leaves you a little envious, if you're honest. She seems nice.  Tired, frustrated (with a hint of something else?) but otherwise  sympathetic. "Miss Benraft?" You nod and stand, walk over to the door to  shake her hand. "I'll be taking you to your room now, okay? We have an  officer who'll keep an eye out for you just in case.

Nod again. Exit the office behind the agent and follow quietly. "Is  um, does someone have my bag? I came here with a messenger back, it's  black, but I don't..."

"Oh, right yeah, of course, just a sec, I'll go get that for you."

Wait awkwardly by the elevator. Agent Lisbon and Mr Jane seem to be  having some kind of argument down the hallway. Agent Van Pelt returns  with your bag and makes sure you've got anything you need.

"Whatever I'm missing I can probably get at the motel, right?" You  get into the elevator, fidget anxiously with the strap of your bag.  Something unsettles you but you can't quite put your finger of what that  is. Feels like unfinished business.

"Probably, yeah," the agent replies, reaching in her jacket pocket  to pull out a business card. "Give me a call if you need anything  though? Or if you remember something. Every detail helps." You nod and  contemplate the name and numbers on the card. Grace feels like a very  appropriate name for her, actually.

You have no idea where you're going and follow agent Van Pelt  around, eyes on her heels. You take a moment to enter her number in your  phone; you never know. Maybe you will remember something.

The car ride is calm, peaceful. Van Pelt leaves the radio off,  leaves you to stare out the passenger window at the passing lights. The  drive is nearly an hour, from the office in Sacramento to a small town  north of Yuba. The agent gets a call or two in the meanwhile. You don't  pay attention; you're halfway to sleeping when she pulls over in front  of a motel. Thankfully, it seems like the more reputable kind. A local  officer greets her.

Grab your bag, get out of the SUV, stop in your tracks.

You're at the Riverside Motel.

@fucklife-or-me

[angstsfordays]

Save me, Save you [5/?]

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Enhanced! Avenger Reader

Summary: Your fights mostly belonged on the grounds while he worked mostly in the mystic and cosmic realms. Even though you both fought together in the infinity war to stop Thanos, you and Stephen Strange hardly ever interacted with one another. It only took one incidental misunderstanding between the two of you to bring both of you closer than ever. For two people who do not believe that they could find love, all we can say is that love finds you unexpectedly.

Chapter synopsis: Reader and Stephen try to navigate the beginning of their unexpected partnership. Stephen plays his part more seriously than reader thought.

Warnings: An almost bad word coming out! Slow burn🔥 Classic fake dating shenanigans!

Word count: 4.7k

Notes: Chapter 5 is finally here! 😊 I'm sorry for the wait as real-life duties call and I had multiple deadlines to meet at work. 🥲 Hence, I could only post this chapter out over a week later! Hope y'all liked it and let me know what you think! We get to have a bit of action here! 🤪

Love,

Angstsfordays 💜

Chapters: Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four

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The aftermath of everything that happened was a sheer nightmare. When you promised Sam that you will come back to the matter after he came back from Louisiana, that only settled half the problem.

The other half was trying to deal with Bucky but that surprisingly resolved on its own when Bucky grimly stated that he had things to attend to, which he then made his quick exit out of the Sanctum doors.

Wong left you and Stephen alone, but not before giving you a thumbs and a wish of luck.

Once everyone let the room, you immediately sunk down to the floor and heaved a sigh of relief. You webbed your fingers through you hair to slowly process what the hell just happened. For a moment, you forgot the other presence in the library- one which you were still interlocking fingers with.

Stephen blinked a couple of times as he recalled a flash of what transpired earlier.

“I really like him.”

“He makes me happy.”

The sound of love in your voice as you spoke those words did so much to him that you probably realised. Even though he knew you said what you had to convince Bucky Barnes, he couldn’t help but to feel a sense of happiness at hearing them.

Stephen then looked to you now muttering a string of curses under your breath as your eyes were burning a hole onto the ground beneath.

He cleared his throat to get your attention and your head immediately snapped towards him before looking down to your connected hands. Faster than lightning, you withdrew your hands and whispered an apology.

Stephen was disheartened at the loss of contact but then remembered he wanted an explanation from you. “Care to explain what happened back there?”

You winced at his very valid question.

“Well, you see Stephen, I may have decided to lie about our supposed relationship.” Eyes wandering everywhere except for the sorcerer in front of you, you were cracking your brain to try to explain yourself without making you sound like a pyscho.

“Hmm.” Stephen let out as he gestured for you to continue. You took a breath in and out to collect yourself before speaking.

“The person I talked to you about, the one I confessed my feelings too. It is Bucky.”

“Uh huh.” Stephen pretended to go along even though he had already figured it out for himself.

“During dinner last night, I may have told him and Sam I had a date. Mainly to convince Bucky I have moved on because he was seeing someone.” So that was the real reason why you started the lie, Stephen thought.

“Right.” He responded before you started rambling to explain yourself further. “I didn’t say who it was. I totally made it up.”

Hearing that you made up an imaginary date to get two guys that acted like your brothers was fair and also humorous. Stephen held back a smirk before speaking, “I see.”

“I didn’t expect Sam’s imagination to go off the charts and think you were my date!” Your tone was frantic and your pitch got higher as realization dawned upon you on how messy the situation was. What you had done was possibly the worst improvisation in the history of improvisation!

“Okay.” Stephen was getting a little concerned at how agitated you were starting to get but before he could budge in, you continued on dramatically.

“But I didn’t deny it because Bucky was right there and if I didn’t do what I did just now, he would know I am a lying ass.” You ended off your tirade with a flurry of dramatic hand gestures and looked to Stephen, hoping that he would understand and pitied your situation.

“Which you technically are.” The sarcastic yet accurate reply you had gotten from him made you blanched, because he was absolutely right and you were downright embarrassed.

“Yes, but I rather be a lying ass than a humiliated ass.” Trying to redeem yourself, you squirmed under the doubtful look that Stephen had thrown your way. You felt like a complete scam and looked towards him defeatedly.

“I’m sorry, Stephen. I shouldn’t have dragged you into this mess. I panicked.”

“So what now?” Stephen looked at you expectedly, he wasn’t sure how you wanted to go about this but all he knew was that he would go along with whatever you wanted. Because he genuinely wanted to. Looking at him with hopeful doe eyes, Stephen was also pretty sure he would find it hard to say no to you.

“Please keep this up charade with me. At least for a month or something. Then we can tell them we ended this because we’re too busy with own schedules or it just didn’t work out and we decided that we’re best off as friends.”

The idea of fake dating would go terribly wrong, Stephen thought. His feelings for you which he was supposed to put a stop would also heighten while pretending to be your boyfriend in front of other people.

Yet, he did want to help you- even this whole situation is ridiculous. Seeing how you were trying to put up a brave front in front of Bucky left a gnawing feeling in his heart because he has been where you were.

When he attended Christine’s wedding and responded to her question on whether he was happy. He was totally not even though he said he is. Stephen was brought back to the present when you spoke up fervently.

“I could let you dump me. I don’t mind!” Oh Y/N…he thought. He didn’t like how you thought so little of yourself.

Stephen shook his head and tried to focus on the practicality of the matter as he spoke, “It’s not about that. How are we going to keep this up?”

Brows furrowing in dep thought, you came up with a plan. “I would probably meet Bucky and Sam a couple of times in the next month. It would be easy to put them off by saying what is between us is private.”

Stephen nodded in understanding but then meticulously thought about other considerations too. “But you’re forgetting Wong knows. Which means, America might know sooner or later. She would probably be invested in it seeing how she was so excited for you to date. We’re gonna be around each other quite a bit in their presence too.”

His tone became more serious, “I don’t really want to let her hopes get too high when she realises it is going to end in a month.”

You grimaced at the thought of having to lie and put up an act in front of America. “Crap, I have not even considered Am in the picture.”

You then countered justly, “But I’m sure she will understand. She shares with me how her friends get together and break up with guys easily.”

Stephen shook his head in disagreement as he reasoned, “But it’s different. It’s between us two, people that she looks up to and admires. If we break up so easily, it will have a far greater impact on her than you think.”

“Not if we’re not awkward after the ‘break up’. We can show how people can still be good friends even after one. Besides this is fake, it’s not like we’re dating for real.” The cold hard truth from your words stung Stephen. He was taking this more seriously than you, considering he was the one with more feelings for you than him. You probably had close to zero.

Stephen wanted to take his words back. As much as he wanted to help you, he wondered if this whole fake-dating would end up hurting him more. Stephen looked towards your guilt-ridden face after processing your entire discussion, you then looked back up at him with a firm stare.

“You know what. I’ve been very selfish asking you to do this for me. I would bear the consequences of my actions, I can tell the truth to Bucky, Sam and Wong. You shouldn’t have to play along to my bad decisions.”

“Y/N….” Worry came out from Stephen as he stares at your crestfallen expression. You put on your most optimistic face to reassure him as you saw Stephen looking upon you with concern.

“I’m pathetic, aren’t I?” You tried to make a joke about yourself to lighten the atmosphere. It was this moment where Stephen decided to not hold back.

“No, you are not.” He replied adamantly. Stephen hated seeing you so upset and hurt.

“Y/N…I am going to help you get through this.”

You couldn’t believe your ears and took a moment to process Stephen’s words. He actually agreed to help you! Breaking into a wide toothy grin, you started shaking excitedly.

“You mean it?” Your heart was hammering to hear Stephen’s confirmation and once he nodded in response, you stretched out your arms to gesture for a hug.

Stephen took a step forward to return your hug. He was relieved to see your cheery self once more and savoured in the close contact you two were having.

You held Stephen closely to show your appreciation and pulled back to show him your biggest smile.

“Thanks Stephen, you’re my literal hero!”

Taken back by your statement, Stephen was at a loss for words. His hands were getting clammy with nerves and his heart started pounding. To be the hero of an Avenger like you or even just to be your hero brought new meaning to him.

He always claimed himself to be an all-knowing and all-important person- protecting the fabric of reality and time. Yet, to be your hero just by getting you out of a messy situation brought a greater sense of accomplishment.

To be the reason for your smile and your happiness brought him far more pride than he ever had in his whole career as a surgeon or sorcerer.

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Stephen and you had decided to work out some rules regarding your entire dating fake situation that day. The two of you agreed that you would do no more than hand holding, hugs and friendly kisses in front of people.

The two of you had a cover story of bumping each other on the streets well over a month ago and started to hang out outside of the Sanctum. You both decided to wait and keep your relationship under wraps until it was more established- which did not happen due to the incidental expose with Sam and Bucky.

Stephen and you decided to find the right timing to ‘confess’ to America and wanted to make sure it came from the two of you first. You both believed Wong wouldn’t be the sort to tell everyone so you wanted to try keeping this relationship as close to your inner circle.

The wider it gets only meant more things to cover up. You shuddered at the thought.

Making your way to the Sanctum Sanctorum, you nervously got off your bike and parked it.

You hadn’t been this nervous even on your first visit, but just thinking about how things might or did change.

Entering the familiar lobby area of the Sanctum, you made your way to find America. You took the familiar steps to the residential wing of the Sanctum- each step you took was heavy as did your heart.

“Y/N?” A familiar comforting voice was heard behind you. The door of Stephen’s study opened and you saw him stepping out of the room. Cloakie followed closely behind and was about to latch him onto Stephen’s shoulders before it was made aware of your presence.

The ancient relic left Stephen hanging and swoosh to your side, wrapping you in a warm embrace. You giggled at its affectionate gesture and ran a hand up and down its softness.

Stephen looked towards the both of you with a mixture of annoyance and adoration.

“I’m jealous.” Your attention was brought back to Stephen standing hands folded with a teasing look.

Both you and Cloakie turned your attention to the Sorcerer. “Hmm? Of what?”

Taking steps towards you, Stephen smirked as he spoke, “I called you first, but your attention is on Cloak.”

“Oh, but he’s so cute!” You returned with a teasing expression. Cloakie then proceed to wrap itself even tighter in response to show its fondness for you.

“And I’m not?” Stephen took a cheeky jab at you and you can’t help to have a feeling that he was acting differently but not in a bad way. You know beneath his hard exterior, Stephen can be light-hearted and even sassy too.

“You’re acting odd?” Your statement came off more like a question. Stephen grinned at your confused expression before saying, “Just playing the part of the jealous boyfriend.”

“Of Cloak?” You added on doubtfully with a raised brow.

“Why not? Anyone who steals the attention of my girlfriend would incur my jealousy.” Stephen answered in a matter-of-fact tone. You rolled your eyes at this pretend play of his and decided to play along.

“Oh right. Got it.” Taking one more step brought you and Stephen chest to chest, you looked up to Stephen with apologetic eyes and a pout. “I’m sorry babe.”

Stephen’s heart jumped a little at the little nickname you added to your apology. He had to control himself from grinning out like a fool. “Is that what you’re going for?”

Giving him a quizzical look, you asked, “Then what should I call you?”

“Yours.” Stephen’s low baritone voice enunciating that one single word caused your insides to flip upside down. Why were you feeling this way?

Your lashes fluttered to look up at Stephen who was watching you with a cheeky grin. Your brows furrowed in light annoyance.

Thinking of the best comeback you can make, you retorted, “Unbelievable the all-stoic and nonchalant Stephen Strange is such a cringe.” Your words only served to make Stephen’s grin wider.

“I can be if I want to. Is it too much?” He laughed as he took a step back, creating a slight distance that only disappointed you. Why were you feeling sad that he moved back?

Shaking your head to rid of any deviating thoughts, you murmured with a passive voice. “It’s weird but not too much.”

Stephen was puzzled to see a change in your demeanour but he continued to speak, “Well, we should get some practice in if we wanted to convince Wong. He is shockingly intuitive and we must be on our toes.”

Nodding in agreement, you fiddled with the sides of your leather jacket nervously at the idea of pretending to keep up the dating act.

After everything has finally processed, you realized that you’re actually fake dating Stephen and while you thought this would be a breeze, you started to have some doubts of your own.

“Well, I shall not keep you any further. I got a class to teach soon so I will see you on the grounds later?” Gesturing for Cloak to return to him, the relic huffed before waving goodbye to you and then settling on Stephen’s shoulders.

You nodded as Stephen threw a disarming smile your way before he opened up the portal to Kamar-Taj. What was this unnerving feeling that you were experiencing?

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After training America for an hour or so, Wong came over to ask you for a favour. One of the Masters that was in charge of fight trainings called in sick- something about having too much Korean BBQ the previous night.

You agreed to help and brought America along to the class. As it was an advanced class involving the teachings of using a weapon, America had to sit this class out. Nevertheless, she joined in as an audience at the side and was excited to see you- her beloved mentor in full action.

As your eyes hovered over the small group of Masters-in-training, one guy caught your attention as you felt his stare almost burning into the side of your head.

You recognised him as one of the handsome recruits from the Hong Kong Sanctum and when both of your eyes met, the corner of his lips went up into a charming smile.

You weren’t sure entirely how to react so you returned a polite smile before conducting the class. Each Master had to use their magic energy to conjure a weapon that was of their own choice, you tried to guide them on how they could best utilise these weapons best for both attacks and defence.

You had everyone practiced in pairings to figure out the workings of their weapon choices before calling for a break. Everyone dispersed to use the toilet, grab some water or went for a change in scenery.

A voice called out to you and your head turned to the handsome recruit who smiled at you previously. Looking at him closer, you could observe his striking features more intimately.

He had a head full of black and neat cropped hair, his handsomeness wore a devilishly and boyish look. He was definitely younger than you with the puppy like smile he was throwing your way.

You had to admit he was stunning but you did not forget to be professional. Walking closer to him, you acknowledged his call out to you and asked him how you could help him.

“Master Y/N?” He called you with an endearing tone which taken you aback.

“Oh, I’m not a Master.” Shaking your head and hand, you tried to hold in your laughter at the misunderstanding before explaining yourself.  “I’m just subbing for Master Fukuhara. I’m not a Master here actually.”

The young recruit who introduced himself as Daniel Cheung widened his eyes at your statement and chuckled nervously before speaking, “I’ve been here for a month and I always see you training that girl over there. How come she is so special?”

“Oh, Wong asked me to train America specifically for combat and not in the Mystic Arts. I can’t actually do any magic.”

Daniel’s face was painted with surprise at your explanation while you continued to speak.

“I used to be an agent. So I have experiences with different types of weapons, that’s why I’m here.”

Daniel blinked innocently at your revelation, “Like a spy?”

You nodded while giggling at his question, “Something like that?”.

Daniel looked at you with awe before a confusion dawned upon him. “I saw you with powers though. I didn’t know a spy has powers. If they’re not magic, what are they?”

“I don’t know how to explain, I’m just born with them. They’re energy based and have more physical rather than magical impact.” You extended a hand to light up some energy sparks in your hand, manipulating it like a mini fireworks show.

Excitement lit up Daniel’s face. “That’s cool! You’re like me! Sort of! My ancestry stems from a long line of Masters so magic has been kind of within me too.”

You smiled like a mum at his cuteness and did wonder why he would choose to study Mystic Arts at a young age.

Most of the Masters here were definitely much older and the youngest would at least be around your age.

“I just want to say, I think you are so cool when I see you training on the grounds. I actually look forward to seeing you every time too.” Hearing what Daniel said got you flustered and you did not know how to receive the compliment except with an awkward smile.

He’s cute but could you really see yourself with someone like him? Not quite. Little do you know- cold and brooding types with a hidden warm side have always attracted you.

America was approaching you with your water bottle but stopped short in her tracks as your conversation with Daniel fell within her range.

She could not believe her ears and eyes as to what was happening. Y/N was finally getting some action and of all places, it’s at Kamar-Taj! She was trying so hard to squeal aloud and had to resort to doing it on the inside.

“Oh, uh, that’s really unexpected. Thank you for the compliment, that’s sweet of you.” Smiling politely, you found yourself feeling nervous.

“You know what’s sweeter?” You blinked wide-eyed at Daniel’s question, causing him to chuckle at your confusion.

“Yu, me and a cup of boba? I know this new place that just opened up.” Your eyes started blinking faster and your mind was whirling to process what could follow Daniel’s statement.

You had a gut feeling and the words came out of you sooner than you thought. “Oh, I don’t think-”

Daniel ignored your stuttering and went on with a hopeful look in his eyes, “I saw you bringing over some sweet drinks for the other Masters the other day and figured that boba might be to your liking?”

America could see you acting all fidgety and wanted to chid you for being awkward. Where was all the confidence and swag that you had from the time that she had known you?

You always carried yourself with positive and calming energy that infected the people around you. Yet, here you were completely the opposite as you looked flustered.

America wanted to step into help give you a boost of confidence and be your wing woman. However, What she didn’t realised was another person witnessing this exchange too- one in blue robes and donning a red cloak relic.

Stephen ended his class early and later learnt from Wong that you had agreed to help sub a class. He was curious to see how it went and had managed to catch five minutes of it from the side before you called for a break.

He was going to call out to you before another person got ahead of him. His eyes narrowed to the young-looking recruit whom he recognised as one from the Hong Kong division.

“Would you like to hang out sometime? Maybe tonight after class if you’re not too busy?”

A rush of emotions and thoughts flooded Stephen as his eyes fleeted between you standing awkwardly and bashful while the young recruit was trying to take his shot at you.

What did that young man just say? Why were you not saying anything back? Stephen immediately thought back to days ago where you were caught ogling at the handsome recruits.

Dread started to set into Stephen’s mind. Did you actually liked the guy enough and wanted to have your chance?

You couldn’t actually agree right? The two of you have yet to talk about the possibility of what ifs- if one of you wanted to start dating other people. Well more you than Stephen, he most definitely was not interested in others.

You didn’t even have any actual feelings for him so you would want to have night out with some young handsome lad? While Stephen’s mind was thinking of all possibilities, his gaze went back to you.

He caught your eye as you immediately turned towards him with a wide-eyed look. You bit your lips nervously and looked back to Daniel who was waiting for your eager response. Stephen and you may not have known each other for a long time, but he dared to say he knew you well enough to sense how you were feeling.

Taking long strides, Stephen placed himself right beside you and you were taken aback by the sudden proximity. Stephen puffed out his chest in a show of confidence before looking at Daniel then you.

“Y/N, I hate to interrupt but I need your help.”

“Help with what?” You asked with a baffled look before catching the twinkling in Stephen’s cerulean eyes. Without speaking, you knew what he was doing and you were so eternally grateful for him getting you out of a sticky situation (again).

“Something that requires your help.” He enunciated each word clearly.

You looked towards Daniel who was unaware of what the two of you were up to before playing along. “Ah, right of course. I would be glad to help you.”  

Turning to Daniel with an apologetic look, you put on your most sorry face. “Sorry, I gotta help Stephen with something important.”

In contrary, Daniel’s face was full of optimism. “Oh yeah of course. But we’re still on tonight?”

“What?” You let out a croak. Jealousy was brimming inside Stephen as he witnessed this foolish young man’s persistence. Couldn’t he see that you were clearly uncomfortable? This man was taking advantage of your niceness.

Unfortunately for him, Stephen was anything but nice.

“For Boba?” Silence followed after as the three of you looked between each other. Meanwhile, America felt like she was watching in the scene of a Netflix series. The tension in the situation was so sharp it could pop just like a balloon.

She really wished she could have some popcorn at this moment.

“Recruit…?” Stephen inquired with a hint of contempt.

“Cheung. Master Strange. Daniel Cheung.”

“Ah, yes. Y/N cannot make it for tonight. She will be busy with me.” Responding with a matter of fact tone, you feel one of Stephen’s arm suddenly placed around your shoulders.

Your eyes bulged at the physical contact. It wasn’t anything you’re uncomfortable with but he definitely wasn’t the touchy feely sort in front of others.

“Okay…” Daniel pondered seriously for a moment before glancing at you with a grin. “Tomorrow then?”

If it was physically possible, Stephen’s eyes would roll to the back of his head at how dense this boy was.

“Recruit Cheung. She would not be free tomorrow, the day after, not on the weekends, not next week and not anytime soon.” Stephen’s change in tone had you in shock. You were not surprised by his unfriendliness but at where you thought he might be heading with his words.

“What? Why?”

Stephen spoke to Daniel haughtily. “Because every moment she has besides work and training will be with me.”

With a smug look on his face, Stephen stated with finality. “We’re together.”

You started sputtering once you heard the words that came out of his mouth. No, Stephen! You’re supposed to keep the fake dating within the small circle- that means Bucky, Sam, Wong and eventually America!

Daniel was clearly flustered as he looked between the two of you and under the watchful eye of Stephen, he gathered the courage to speak up, “But when I see the two of you on the grounds, it didn’t seem like you were together.”

“It’s called professionalism.” Stephen rebuffed the recruit’s claim with ease. Daniel looked flabbergasted but then an invisible light bulb seemed to go off in his head.

“Ah, are you trying to help her out? Because if I were to be honest, you two don’t seem to look like a couple.”

Daniel then turned to you with a supposed understanding look. “Y/N, I know that me asking you out of the blue might have taken you by surprise but I swear that I only have good intentions.”

Stephen was clutching his fist tightly (with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your shoulder) as he was astonished at how overly confident this young lad was. “Are you serious? I just said we are together.”

“And somehow, I don’t believe it. You’re all brooding and cold while she is all sunshine.”

Stephen was seething at how Recruit Cheung was testing his patience. The hand around your shoulder slid down before reaching to interlock with one of yours.

“What are you doing?!” You mouthed to him in panic. Stephen didn’t respond but instead started at you endearingly for a moment.

Stephen’s emotions were taking over him. This was definitely not part of your fake dating plan but he was sure as hell to prove something to Daniel Cheung.

What did he even mean by you two not looking like you belonged together?!

He saw the panic in your eyes but he knew it was too late to reverse what he said (although he was more than capable to do a simple memory erasure spell).

He just had to wing it.

Leaning down to you, Stephen planted his lips on yours and his other hand immediately went to cradle the side of your face. You were in shock at what he was doing and wanted to pull yourself away but when you felt his hot breath on your lips, your body involuntarily responded back.

What in the world were you doing?!

You let go of your hand in Stephen’s hold and placed them on his firm chest. As you felt his lips putting more pressure onto yours, you snaked both hands from his chest to around his neck. Stephen’s free hand pulled you closer by the waist and the two of you were deep in your lip lock for a few more seconds.

Stephen couldn’t believe that you were responding in kind and when your thumb brushed against his beard, it elicited an involuntary soft moan from his lips that also caused your stomach to somersault.

“What the fuc-” America let out before Wong’s voice cut into the scene. It woke both you and Stephen out of your trance. You pulled away and a soft pop could be heard from both Stephen and your lips while doing so.

You jumped at the sight of the sudden crowd of people gathering around and looked towards bashful looking Stephen whose eyes were anywhere were towards you.

Why would he even try to kiss you like that? You were still reeling from the shock of what happened before a voice shrieked.

“YOU TWO ARE DATING?!” You and Stephen looked towards the teenage girl who had a mixture of shock and giddy excitement on her face.

As all eyes were on you and Stephen, you realised that your sticky situation had gotten stickier and that now probably most of Kamar-Taj would believe that you two were dating.

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[honeybeewhereartthee]

DAY FOURTEEN: ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE (THE AOI TWINS + Aira Shiratori)

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Since those brothers have long legs and can run like some wild animals is chasing them, your once again lost the sight of idols again. Since it happen two times now, your no longer shocked, of course like the first time you move on with your life--

"gotcha~"

while your walking around the hallway someone grab hold of you and pulled you inside a room. Now your looking at another set of brothers of the idol industry.

"Oh. Are you guys gonna show how fierce ya guys handling the zombies? I seen worse already do impress me. I have popcorn ready. 😳😚" Feeling deja Vu already your excited to see what those two would do.

"okii. What's your expectations level then?" The ever so widely smiling one says as if getting ready to pass your expectations test.

"That's right MC. Aniki and I would like to hear it." The younger one added.

"I saw the sakuma with machine gun/ grand piano. The Amagi with bow and arrow as well sword. Do you guys have bombs then.🥹🥺"

"..." The aoi twins look at you as if not believing your expectations is that high.

"sorry MC we don't have bombs. If we know there's a contest. We could borrow some from props department." Yuuta says giving up.

"Sadge." Disappointment 100%. The two just laugh at your reaction. "Lol we don't know the brothers were against with is the sakuma and the Amagi."

"anyway why are two wearing zombie custom?" You change the topic as you realize what type of outfit they are wearing.

"Oh, were going to prank chiaki~" Hinata 🤪

"lol I already did that and my hand is broke because of it." You still can't feel much of your right hand but it did leave a remember not to bully a hero. It won't end will. The three of you chat in the room about this and that.

You even added that you have wanted eichi to be a zombie king which made the two gasp and agreed with you. Before you all went out to look for Subaru dad and take a selfie with him.

Finding Aira who scared at the sight of idols and producer he loves become zombies:" 😱😭huhuu *crying. How horrible. Zombies really went and target Hinata Aoi, yuuta aoi and even MC become zombies! How terrible life is!" He then start swinging the bat he have. "Stay away, STAY AWAY I SAY! I don't want to damage an idols and my producer!" 😱😩😭

"...pfffAHAHA--'Three laugh your ass off as you break off from your acting.

"H-huh?? Zombie laughing... Wait you three are just wearing make up! 💀" Aira really went and hit you three for bullying him. You just laugh while being hit by him. His reaction is so funny and it's all recorded.

"WAAAH. HOW COULD YOU PLAY WITH MY POOR HEART. THIS ISNT L-O-V-E-L-Y!" aira cried

"sorry aira!" "Hmmp!"

You three apologize to him but he later join the fake zombie group and prank someone, but of course it's not the dangerous bunch because you four would die before you can approach them with those get up.

[justaredheadf1fan]

Barcelona GP, better known as one of the best weekends I remember, ever

Masterlist

Well, I can finally write about this!

I would’ve written yesterday after finishing up at the circuit if I hadn’t been so freaking beat! Jesus, it was exhausting as well as exciting as hell. We nearly didn’t make it, that heat wave was horrific! Now, back to business 🤪

So, we missed Friday, of course. No biggie. Saturday came and started as the disaster we truly are. We miscalculated big time and we arrived later than we expected. Missed exits on the road because of the shitty GPS plus me being the worst and poor signaling on the organization’s part, which I expected to not happen after so many years of organizing this event but whatever. We arrived and went looking for our gate only to find not only that it was all the way up the hill, but also that there was a line of people so long we passed the following gate until we finally arrived at the end of it. Yes, I’m telling it like I’d tell the rest of my friends at any point, don’t mind me. 28ºC already at 11 or so, we were DYING. Sun blazing like there was no tomorrow, and it was almost true. Add to it that we both look like a piece of paper and burn too easily, the party had already began for us.

The line was done fairly quick, at least comparing to what we expected to be the longest wait ever. We did miss most of FP3 though, we caught the last 15 minutes or so at most. A shame really, but the sudden wave of happiness when we finally got to the track and started seeing the cars flying around was the best. I can’t really describe the feeling, honestly. I don’t think I’ve ever been that happy about anything, truth be told. My smile was huge, I almost started crying, actually 😂

Once FP3 was done, we looked for our seats, started slowly dying in the sun and we went for something refreshing while W Series came on (sorry we missed it, ladies), otherwise it would’ve been a very, very long afternoon melting onto our seats. I wasn’t planning on it but while waiting in line for some Coca Cola (we needed some sugar to endure that hell) I was getting drowsy from the sun burning through my skull, which I knew was a very bad sign that early on, so I succumbed and bought a Merc cap, otherwise it probably would’ve ended badly at that point. Not that the *Mercedes* part of the cap was the saving factor. But, when choosing among all the options, it had to be Mercedes. Duh. It could’ve also been an old Renault cap with Daniel’s number on it, I really thought about it, buuuuut my heart beat me to it, even though the Mercedes cap was expensive as hell for my taste. It is what it is. I’m happy with it anyway. Quite the savior and the mood booster, if I think about it. I got quite a few interesting looks while wearing it, specially from RedBull/Inbred Frog fans. Very nice, indeed.

Quali was surreal. It was so exciting, so many people there, and the results were pretty amazing for our boys too. We had some Leclerc/Ferrari fans behind us, which for me was purely fantastic. And a couple Merc fans on Marina’s side. So, very nice. The ambiance was incredible, in general, people were super nice. When we were leaving some British girls started talking to us and it was quite fun. Ultimately, we took a good 2 hours waiting in the car before we even started moving out of the parking lot because it was impossible, as much as arriving was. But we made it back and that was an amazing Day 1 at Montmeló.

Then Sunday (yesterday) came, and it was still so unbelievable. Many more people comparing to Saturday, and seeing what happened on Saturday, we decided to get there pretty damn early, and it worked. We got a little lost again with the fantastic signals around the parking lots, but much less than the day before, so that was something and we parked pretty close to the entrance and pretty quickly too so yeah, we learnt our lesson 😁

We walked around a little, saw the Main Stands and the Fan Zone behind it. We saw the start of Formula 3, which was amazing. The sound of those cars up close was insane, so I can’t even imagine how F1 cars will sound like right there directly in front of them. It must be pretty special. We even saw the start of Formula 2 from our stand this time, but went for something to eat prior to the F1 race taking advantage that there weren’t so many people yet, so we missed the rest of that race. The ambiance was much more amazing even than Saturday’s, as it was so packed. Over 121,000 people came as it turns out. I still don’t have good enough words to describe it.

Then, it was time for Formula 1. Whoa. I mean. Whoa. Driver’s Parade came right after F2 finished, and there was an hour and a half break more or less so we escaped to find a little shade, otherwise I don’t think we would’ve lasted the whole race in the sun. 36ºC already at that point, so I guessed that’s why they only made a single lap around the track? No idea, but it was super short.

Finally, the race came and that was impressive. To watch it live, to hear the sound of the car engines, the speed. A dream come true would be an understatement. Kevin’s crash onto Lewis, Carlos and then Verstappen going off the track (we were the only ones cheering in our stand while watching that), Lewis gaining position after position after dropping to P19 at the very beginning, Charles losing power right after he passed through the turn we were watching from, George keeping Verstappen at bail… I can’t describe all of this. It’s been over 24h now and I just can’t say a word that would match what we’ve lived this past weekend. Even the Aston Martin Safety Car was sexy this past weekend, for fuck’s sake.

Some pictures I’m particularly happy about:

I obviously have more, but apparently I’ve reached the limit. Anyway, I need to go back 😭

Finally, I wanna say thank you. Thank you to my friend Marina, because for 7 and a half years I missed out on so many incredible races and content about my most favorite (kind of) idiots due to an absurd reasoning on my part and then she came along and opened my eyes back to one of the things I used to love the most when I was just a kid who liked sports more than most girls did back then. I would’ve never gone to Barcelona in the first place if not for her. I’m so grateful you can’t imagine what this has given me on such a deep level. It’s been so long since I last cried because I didn’t wanna let go of such an incredible thing that I just lived. A thing so magnificent regardless of what some people are turning it into, that I wanted time to stop altogether and stay in that moment. It’s been such a pleasure, that next year we’re going back whatever it takes.

To whoever’s reading, I don’t care how many people you are, where you are and that you don’t even know me, thank you. I’m never letting go of this ever again.

Next up is Monaco, I’m moving on Friday and I’m not supposed to start working until Monday, so I really hope I can watch more or less everything during the weekend without issue. At least until I can figure out how will work interfere with the following races and I can organize myself to watch everything in a timely fashion anyway.

Peace out!

[bylerchoseme]

Youre lowkey delisional. You look like a 13 Year old that just found out about fandoms. Why would you ship two real people? Your ‘evidence’ is terrible pictures of them where they’re literally just looking at each other💀 Roasted. If you’re about to go around talking about “Foah is real, I’m catching on🤪 “ find some concrete evidence bestie. You could take any picture of them that exists n be like FOAH IS REAL😄😌🤯 Rosted. Bro you’re 31 right? That’s crazy lmao I think it’s time to get some common sense fr. You’re actually extremely delusional. Also anytime some anon tries to tell you you’re wrong you get so defensive and your responses don’t make any sense. You get like 4 notes at most, on Foah posts which is the 4 lil kiddies that agree with you. Roasted.

GET HELP👹👹

You need to take an anger management course. Please seek some help from a therapist too. You need to take control of the way you talk to people. You’re right. I am just delusional. Let’s go with that. It’s funny actually. You think you’re creating a wound in my heart with your ugly words. You’re expecting a particular reaction. Well guess what? You’re not gonna receive that type of reaction. Why you ask? Because you’re wrong about everything you wrote to me. EXTREMELY WRONG. Let me break it down to you gently. Finn and Noah were crushing on each other for years and fell in love later or perhaps they were always in love. You’re not ready for that discussion. If you’re only argument is that I am using how they look at each other as my defense then you haven’t been paying at all. That’s a part of it. That’s not everything I am observing. There are other things too. If you weren’t so bitter, maybe just maybe you would have an open mind. I will always defend Foah. Anon haters make things better for me. They can’t walk all over me because I don’t let them. I don’t care how many notes my Foah posts get. I don’t write about them for people’s approval.

Enjoy this gif of Finn staring at Noah’s lips.

[charlienam]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌  —  𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫  .  .  .  🤪 🏹

.  .  .  i mean, to be stabworthy, you know? it's, uh  .  .  .  it's kind of a compliment.

MUSINGS  .  .  .  VISAGE  .  .  .  HEADCANONS  .  .  . .  .  .  SELF-PARAS  .  .  .  CONNECTIONS  .  .  .  extended map.

Everyone suspects CHARLIE NAM of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and SHE has yet to roll the dice. HER fixation on the neon lights of Nevada started TWO MONTHS ago as a HITMAN. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of CASHIER @ ELYSIAN MARKET. They’re often mistaken for PARK SO-DAM before those crimson colored glasses slide down their nose. CHARLIE better get busy living, or they’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of THIRTY-ONE. There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of CAN’T STOP by RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS.

+ perceptive, quick-thinking, principled, affable, energetic. - destructive, risk-prone, impulsive, hot-headed, easily bored.

—  written by morgan, 23, she/her, pst  .  .  .  player is a cis bi korean female.

trigger warnings: death, murder, violence.

TLDR; met her well-meaning parents in the middle when it came to her destructive tendencies. but she found an incredible outlet for her energy after a mercenary network recruited her post-college. however, after she realized how deep her employers’ treachery went, she played the long game to cut her losses. after three years of constant running, she was picked up by a hitman network. to this day, they’ve proved to be more transparent employers. their targets have transparently terrible reputations too. charlie is still suspicious of her new employers, but she can at least try to atone for her sins and gain protection through her work

prologue.

       For what it’s worth, Charlie’s parents did their best. Despite being inundated with cultural shock and their daughter’s massive penchant for destruction, they tried to provide a balanced life. Of course, they didn’t really have much of a choice other than to put in that extra effort.

       That aforementioned balance also needed to account for Charlie’s endless source of energy. As a result, she was an incredible student athlete — most notably in soccer, track and field, and gymnastics. She was also placed in hapkido classes, a choice her parents would regret later on when she’d happily use her skills outside of class.

CHAPTER I.

       To demonstrate her appreciation as a daughter, Charlie graduated from Northwestern University with a mechanical engineering degree. Her university experiences also involved captainship of the women’s lacrosse team and employment in a hapkido studio as a teaching assistant.

       Lupin, a mercenary network moonlighting as a food technologies corporation, lured her into their network during her senior year with a deskbound internship, promising a stable and well-paying job post-graduation. Little would she know that she’d quickly move on from analyzing blueprints to roughing up her knuckles.

CHAPTER II.

       Charlie’s employers were never keen on spending extra expenses for long training periods. That’s a big reason why she was filtered for employment — her combat skills, natural knack for espionage, and a rare penchant for remaining relatively unruffled in the face of violence. After a two-year training period, she became a field agent. The details of her assignments weren’t too specific and she was trained to resist her natural spirit of inquiry. Their mistake was relying on that resistance, especially after she started following her gut regarding her workplace’s suspect political affiliations.

       After a year of well-performed employment, Charlie copied a few threads of information evidencing Lupin’s treachery onto a flash drive. That felt short of her original plan, which was to get significantly more. Instead, her supervisors caught wind of her covert efforts and forced her to run. She expected it, of course. Even wanted it. Working for people like Lupin kept leaving her sick to her stomach.

       But because of her employment’s premature conclusion, she soon had to use her temporary upper hand to feed the press a few headlines. This bought her just enough time to slip under the radar for three years.

CHAPTER III.

       Three years is enough time for a girl to get some good hiding practice. It’s also a lot longer than most people achieve staying out of Lupin’s radar, especially when they cause enough trouble to make the news — even if they do so as unnamed suspects.

       However, despite Charlie’s talent for hiding, she still attracted enough attention to land her into the protective arms of a separate hitman network. As far as they’ll let her know, they’re totally unnamed. Her instincts tell her they’re not working primarily as a corporation or a governmentally-associated body. Somehow, they also have enough power to let her out into the light without a muscle from Lupin at her heels. Their assignments were a lot more transparent and Charlie’s never expended any sympathy on the people she put in the ground on their behalf.

       A whole lot of different details, and none of them make her feel at ease. She also doesn’t believe in miracles. Although she’s not currently in the mood to investigate, she’s smart enough to know that her guardian angels come with strings attached, even if she doesn’t know what those strings are just yet.

       Nonetheless, her new employers do offer ample protection. It’s why she can eat at a fast food restaurant without getting sniped. So for now, she’ll simply do her job while figuring out her next step — or figuring out if she cares enough to formulate a next step.

epilogue.

       Charlie’s latest assignment takes her to Las Vegas. Not the first time she’s been there, even for work. Maybe even especially so. The city’s penchant for clutter and chaos serves her well, offering enough anonymity for her to work in peace.